When I'm With You (REWRITING)

CHAPTER 1

Dee's P.O.V

Vision this: You live in a mansion - which means no annoying neighbours that wake up early in the morning to mow the grass or scream at their children to get up because they're getting late for school.  You wake up to birds chirping or even the morning breeze coming from the window you keep open slightly every night so your prince charming can sneak in and save you from misery. You press a button and somehow a 5-course breakfast appears in front of you, while you watch the morning news. 

That's how you are supposed to be woken up because your special and deserve only good in your life. 

Yet, we're living in a plain world called reality, only the worst can happen here, whether it be murder or something as bad as having horrible neighbours to wake up to.  

"-AND I WAS LIKE, BABY, BABY, BABY, OHHHHHHHH, LIKE BABY, BABY, BABY YEAH!" 

My eyes shoot open and I groan, not ready to see the natural light brightening my room. I pull myself out of bed, furious that I was woken up at such an early hour. I slide open my balcony door and look directly in front of me. 

Trina Daves.  The one and only neighbour on my street who. I would happily kill in my sleep, was singing while washing her car seductively, in nothing but booty shorts and bikini top.

I shoot a disgusted look her way, while grabbing onto the baloney railing, still half asleep. 

"Trina! Please do me a favour and shut the fuck up!" I hang over my the railing slightly and see my next-door neighbour opening his mailbox, not giving Trina any attention what so ever. She huffs, stomping her feet like a little girl and walks back into her house, leaving her car soapy and unwashed. 

My fate from having a horrible next-door neighbour was debunked the day I moved here. "Good mornin' Jay," I say whilst yawning. I'm not going to be able to go back to sleep.  

"Good morning, Hun," He looks up and smirks "You look pretty pissed over. Didn't get enough sleep last night? " He held such strong sarcastic in his voice. 

"You know if you weren't so attractive, I wouldn't have to wake up to a plastic doll 'trying' to seduce you with her car washing ways," I say rolling my eyes.

"Being good looking is a hard job, Dee. You think I want to look like a Sex God?" He says as he laughs as he eyes his mail. 

I completely ignore his sentence. Jay was an incredibly handsome guy. He was sweet and funny but he was so god damn mysterious. "You have a good day, Sex Slave." I earn a loud gasp from him as I walk back into my room. 

Saturday mornings are my days. You wake up and stay in bed and then go back to sleep...but since I was rudely woken up my whole schedule has changed. 

 I get dressed and stared at my self in the mirror. No matter how many times I've done this, the distant memory in the back of my mind keeps playing.  

"Sometimes...I wish you weren't born. I listened to your mom and let her keep you. I shouldn't have. You probably aren't even my child." 

I shake my head, trying to forget the past. My mind goes through these flashbacks at least twice a day. I stare back at myself, watching my vision blur but the sudden slamming of a door threw me off my own world. 

I look at myself once more and forcefully smile. The angel sitting on my shoulder, overruling the devil and it's a small voice in my head told me to chin up. 

You're strong. You're confident. You're beautiful. 

The floorboard creaked as I walked down the stairs to greet my extremely hungover best friends. "Look like you both had an eventful night." I stare at her knotted hair and analyse their faces. Droppy eyes and smudged mascara. They definitely got messed with over alcohol and music.