Drop Dead Gorgeous (YoungWritersPrize)

Shakespeare

Lucas…window…was it all just a dream? I slowly opened my eyes and the sudden shock of bright light made me close them right back again. I tried again…slowly…a blurry figure…a face…

»Morning lil' kitty.« Said the blurry face.

»Ugh…« Was all I was able to say. Man, I hate mornings. They're exhausting.

»You're a mean sleeper.«

»Ugh?« Mean slipper? Why am I a shoe?

»You hit in your sleep, just so you know.« He rubbed his nose.

Oh, he meant sleeper. Wait, is that even a word? »What?« I said with a grumpy morning voice.

»You hit me in your sleep.« He petted Ash, who decided to take a nap on his stomach. They were both yawning. Kinda cute…

»What did you do?« 

»Hm?« He acted stupid.

»I bet I don't hit without a reason.«

»Ah!« He squeaked like a girl. »How dare you accuse me of harassing a girl in her sleep?!« He pretended to be completely outraged.

»Dashwood.« I said with a serious face.

»You're mean when you wake up too…« He mumbled to himself. »Isn't she, you little cute furrball…« Lucas tickled Ash's nose. »Maybe I'm just gonna call you lil' kitty from now on…« He mumbled some more. »Besides, I just wanted to brush her hair a bit and then she struck me in the nose…and went back to sleep.« He was talking to Ash, pretending I wasn't  in the room.

»While I was sleepi…wait, did you watch me sleep?«

»Well…«

»Do you have any idea how creepy that is?!«

»Erm, but you just looked so cute…«

»You don't just…what…you…« What is wrong with him? Maybe I did let a serial killer inside last night, afterall…I glanced at the watch. 7.45 am?! »We overslept!«

»What?«

»Get up, get up, the bus leaves in ten minutes!« I jumped off the bed.

»What, no morning kiss?« He pouted his lips.

»Get up!« I threw a pillow in his kissy face. I don't have the time for this. We don't have time for this!

»Ugh, you're so mean lil' kitty!« He pretended to cry in the pillow.

I just ignored him and went to the bathroom.

Toothbrush.

Toothpaste.

Water.

More water.

Lucas watching himself in the mirror.

…

Funny how the only sentence in my head was: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the perviest of them all? »Come pretty boy, we're gonna be late.« I rolled my eyes and walked out of the bathroom.

»Did you just call me pretty?« I heard his echoing voice following me like a lost cat.

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»Do you have a gum?«

»Wait…« I said and checked in my pockets.

»Forgot to brush my teeth.«