5|| The Wrong Bathroom

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"I guess going into the wrong bathroom can have its positives sometimes"
                            
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"Up you get sunshine!" Leroy shouted, entering my room and pulling my blinds, "Two more days left!" pulling my covers from on top of me, the cold air consumed my body, making me shiver from head to toe

"Gosh Leroy, okay i'm up," i yawned, stretching my arms above my head and sitting on the edge of my bed, head in my hands as i rubbed my eyes

"Okay grumpy, get ready, Adams coming in ten," he laughed, walking out of my room

Sighing, i got off of my bed and grabbed a quick shower before brushing my teeth and putting on my makeup. A light coat of foundation, mascara and slighting filling my eyebrows in. Putting on my robe i walked out to see Adam on the bed, my clothes picked out for me already. Adam loves picking out my clothes for some odd reason, he says it's funny to see what clothes i have in my closet and uses it as his advantage to make sure i look good, so he doesn't have to walk around with a best friend that looks like she'd just rolled out of bed.

"Thank you Addman," i said while grabbing my clothes and walking back into the bathroom to put them on

"Hey, i heard Shawn Mendes is coming to our school today," Adam shouted through the door

"Really? Well, i hope i don't see him," i replied, opening the door after i'd finished getting dressed. Adam had picked out a light pink dress with a red belt that goes around my waist, he paired it with a maroon leather jacket and added some black pumps to finish the look. Grabbing a necklace from my desk, i clasped it around my neck and looked at Adam. He was wearing a red jumper and some brown chinos, with some black boots on his feet. His hair styled in the way he always puts it, slightly quiffed back but still messy looking.

Turning my curling iron on, i put some red lipstick on my plump lips

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Turning my curling iron on, i put some red lipstick on my plump lips. Completing my look, i lightly curled my red hair, letting it fall down my back and shoulders. Turning it off again i sat on my bed beside Adam.

"Why aren't you happy he's coming? don't you wanna see him again?" he wiggles his eyebrows

"No, he's been ignoring my messages and replying hours later, if i was speaking to someone i was even slightly interested in, i would give them more attention than replying back every freaking six hours," i ranted, "I replied to him last night saying, 'yep, that was me, unless you saw anybody else that day that looks exactly like me,', and he literally ignored me, look!" i said, showing him the message that had a blue tick, showing he'd read it

"Maybe he got caught up in something, and couldn't reply," Adam suggested

"Yeah, or maybe he just decided he didn't wanna talk to me anymore. i knew he would turn out to be a dick." i huffed, getting up and grabbing my bag, "Are you coming or what?" i asked

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