A and D

I noticed that some of you don't read the description. So I just wanted to clear up that this story was inspired by Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me. Now that it's cleared up, happy reading!! :D

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Dakota:

Ugh.

I can hear his voice yelling my name, telling me to wake up. But I don’t want to wake up. I just want to sleep. Can’t he just leave me alone? Isn’t he getting tired of waking me up every single day of High School? I mean, I get that he’s a morning person. But not all of us are. I know that he wants to wake up early for us to catch the bus to school. That’s why he also wakes me up early because I sleep ‘til late. I also don’t and can’t wake up early. I guess he thinks it’s his job or something since my parents let me skip school to get some sleep. Don’t my parents rock?

Anyway, we’ve been coming to school together since we were kids. After all, we live next door and we’re best friends. And – I don’t know – I guess it’s become a hobby of his to wake me up every morning if it’s a school day. But he can’t force me forever! He’ll eventually get tired.

What's more, it’s getting way out of hand.

So I just ignored him and went back to sleep. Besides, there’s nothing he can do that will surprise me anymore. He’s done literally almost every ploy to make me leave my cozy bed. I got used to every bit of it, and in the long run, I learned to ignore the tricks. Ho ho ho . . .

Sigh. He stopped yelling. Finally, some peace and quiet . . . Hmm . . . Wait a minute . . . What is that? . . . What is that unsettling loud noise?

“Ugnnnhh . . .” I murmured. “Shut up,” I moaned. “No no no no.” Not that song, I thought. I covered my ears with my pillow, unsuccessfully drowning out the sound.

“Stop!” I complained.

But of course he isn’t going to stop playing that unbearable rap song. You see, I hate rap songs. I find rock music comforting; while rap music, I find disturbing. I don’t know why. I just do. And he knows how I can’t stand it. As bossy as someone like him, he just wouldn’t give up.

All of a sudden, the noise became louder! As if it is in my room! Ugh! Then, I figured he must’ve turned on the talkies – talkies are our nickname for walkie-talkies which we plastered ours on each of our bedroom walls so we can talk to each other non-stop through our windows. I can’t believe he could think of something like this!

I bolted right up, dizzily grabbing my big square-rimmed glasses on the way. I turned on my talkie by the window and sleepily glared at the 6’2” lean-build seventeen-year-old guy who was wearing nothing but his jogging pants in his room. I can see him through his bedroom window exactly across mine.

“Alright, alright,” I yelled through the noise. “I’m awake! You can stop the torture now.”

He grinned. “Not until you get ready for school,” he said.

Grrr. Could he be any more demanding?

“Wow,” I said sarcastically. “I didn’t know you could get that bossy, Dad.”

“Do I look like an old dude to you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Of course not. You’re the most handsome guy I have ever met. But I’m never going to admit that. Not to you, anyway.

“Oh, you’re not? Huh. You sure as hell sounded like one,” I said scornfully.

He stared at me. “Whose fault do you think it is?” he asked mockingly. “Just hurry up, D. Geez, it’s the first day of senior year,” he added shaking his head.

“All the more reason not to wake up,” I quickly replied. “Stop the music!”

“C’mon, stop being so melodramatic. It’s just school,” he shrugged, as though there was nothing wrong with it.

Um, ehem! Just school??? Is he serious? It’s like a jungle out there. And aren’t his ears bleeding from that racket?

“It’s High School, A,” I emphasized the word venomously.

“Ah, yes,” he said in understanding, as he walked toward his basketball and grabbed it, twirling it with his hands. “The I-hate-high-school-blah-blah is here. You know, that’s gotta stop. It’s not that bad.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re popular,” I muttered, looking away.

“Hmmm,” he pretended to think. “You may be right about that. I’m just kidding!” He added quickly when he saw my reaction.