Tinder - D.JH.

twelve

(wow i love harry potter 😍😍)

I wake up to my phone's ringer blaring out the fact that someone has called me. I squint open my eyes and stick my hand out of the burrow of warm blankets that I built around my body to grab my phone, immediately regretting it as my entire arm drops down at least twenty degrees with his simple movement.

I quickly grab my phone and pull my arm back under the covers, trying to warm it up again. "Hello?" I grumble after expertly sliding the answer button open with my eyes closed.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead." Dan's voice calls out through the phone.

"Ugh." I crinkle my nose up, "What time is it?" I ask through a yawn.

"Time for you to come over." Dan says.

I pull the phone away from my face for a second to check the time, "Wrong. It's nine." I mumble and hear Dan chuckle after.

"When do you work?" he asks me.

"I don't work today." I answer.

"Then come over." Dan insists.

"But I'm sleepy." I whine.

"But I don't care." Dan whines back, mocking my tone. "Since you don't work today, it's a perfect time for that date we agreed on." he adds.

"Dates don't take all day, Dan." I say matter-of-factly. I just really wanted to get maybe one more hour of sleep.

"You're right." he says, "Only the good dates last all day. Come over at one, okay?" he questions and I doze off. "Maya?" he asks loudly.

"Oh," I snap myself awake, "yeah. One. Okay." I agree and Dan laughs.

"Did I just make you fall asleep with my witty banter?" he asks and I nod before realising that he can't see me.

"If it was actually witty, then you wouldn't've bored me to sleep. Wouldn't you've, Howell?" I ask, trying to subdue a yawn.

"Whatever, sleepyhead. Swing 'round at one and we'll get some caffeine in our systems." Dan says.

"Okay. I'll be there." I smile sleepily, my eyes still closed.

"Goodnight, Maya." he giggles and I can practically see that stupid-cute little grin on his face as I reply.

"Goodnight, Dan." I say, hanging up. I drop my phone down in the bed and roll over onto my stomach, shoving my face into the pillow as I fall back asleep.

When I wake up this time, it's to my alarm. I turn it off and get up, stretching. I tie my hair up into a loose bun to get it out of my eyes before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and splash cold water on my face.

Feeling significantly more awake, I go back to my bedroom and pick out my outfit for the day. Since it's October, getting colder and colder, I decide that I needed to wear something both stylish and warm.

After looking through my wardrobe three times, I throw my hands to my sides, dejected. Nothing seemed good enough. Then, I sigh, lowering my expectations to look through my wardrobe yet again.

I finally put an outfit together, a black and white striped shirt with a long baggy pink cardigan sweater over it. I add some black skinny jeans with a rip in one knee and some black shiny slip on flats. Deciding I need to switch it up, I put my necessities in a tan shoulder purse as opposed to my small black backpack purse.

I sit down at my vanity, putting on my regular amount of makeup and then doing my hair, wrapping it into two low messy space buns, letting curly brown strands fall out to frame my face. I stand up, check my phone, and see that I've gotten twelve texts and three missed calls from Dan.

I read through them, rolling my eyes at the amount of dumb little messages like, 'dude', which he probably sent after, like, five seconds of me not responding.

I laugh, typing out a response.

(comment here and lmk if you like the text pictures or not.)