Why I Hate Mornings- Jake

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AN:Still the writing elf. Shorter part this time. I've gotta go poison the elf-I MEAN- get it to write more....

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I lazily pawed at the alarm clock, hoping to hit the snooze. No such luck. The wicked machine continued blaring, making me have to actually sit up. I checked the glowing red numbers before hitting the switch to turn off the beeping.

I tried getting out of bed, but I found out that -oh shit- I was handcuffed to the bed frame. I groaned in annoyance. "Not again....."

The door opened, revealing a tall muscular figure. He had a really gross ponytail and a scruffy beard. He smiled, looking over at me like a total rapist. He suddenly frowned, looking really fucking terrifying and yelled, "DON'T LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS!!!! JUST. DO HIM!!!!!!"

A scream rose in my throat. "NOOO SHIA NOOOOO I DONWANNA!!!!!"

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

 I shot upwards from the sheets, in a cold sweat. I've always had Shia LeBouf nightmares before waking up, but he never said anything to me so...powerful. It was unnerving. Was it a sign? I checked my phone and realized why I had such a vivid Shia nightmare. I had been watching his "Do it" speech again and I fell asleep halfway through.

 But why did he say "Just do him"? Why didn't he scream his usual "Just do it"?

  Shaking the thought out of my head, I drug myself out of bed and to my closet,starting to get ready for school. I wondered if Adam had a phone number, or a Kik or Facebook or something. Maybe I could check on my way to school....I checked my alarm clock, wondering how much time I had.

Shit, I'm gonna be late....


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