I was woken up at the ungodly hour of eight the next morning. It was Monday morning and normally I'd have to get up for class, but we had the day off so I didn't appreciate it when I was woken up by my phone ringing.
I turned over and placed a pillow firmly over my head in an attempt to muffle the incessant ringing. It worked to a degree and eventually the sound cut off. I was just starting to fall asleep again when my phone started to ring again. Grumbling, I reached out, fumbling for my phone with my eyes squeezed tightly shut against the harsh light coming through my window. I'd forgotten to shut my curtains the night before and was wholeheartedly regretting it.
When I finally located it, I squinted at the screen; it was Natalie - I should have known. Finally managing to find the right button to accept the call, I muttered a greeting as I flopped back onto my pillows and tried to make myself comfortable again.
Natalie's voice babbled at me through the phone but the most I caught was, "we just have so much to talk about that I'm coming over - I'll be there in ten!"
I grunted a semi-affirmative response before I hung up the phone and chucked it off the bed. I vaguely heard a thud as it landed somewhere across the room but I was already drifting back to sleep, welcoming the darkness. Sadly though, it didn't last long. It felt like only seconds, let alone ten minutes before Nat banged in my bedroom door and jumped onto my bed.
"Rise and shine sleepyhead!" she chirped in my ear.
If there's one thing I know I'll never understand, it's why people enjoy getting up early. It was one of life's great mysteries.
I groaned at her, turning so that my back was facing her but she just pulled my covers off and dragged me out of bed. I slowly followed her out of my room and flopped down on the couch. My eyes began to close as I leant my head against the arm of the couch - it wasn't as comfy as my bed but it would do.
Next thing I knew, a pillow had been thrown at my head. I sat up, glaring at Natalie but she just smiled serenely at me.
"No sleeping for you missy, we have too much to discuss."
I rolled my eyes.
"Now" she said, lowering her voice as she glanced around; "is he here?"
"Is who here?" I asked normally, knowing it would irritate her.
She scowled. "You know who I mean" she said in a quieter voice than I'd ever heard her use before.
I glanced over to Nick's room and was surprised to see his door open. When he'd said he needed to get up early, I'd presumed he was just saying it as an excuse to leave dinner early, obviously not. "No" I told her, "he's not."
She sighed with relief. "Good, no chance of being overheard then" her voice had returned to its normal - loud - level.
For the second time, I felt a pillow connecting with my head. I sat up straighter and glared at her.
"Now, how could you?" she asked, anger clouding her features.
I frowned, "how could I what?"
"How could you not tell me who your roommate is?"
I shrugged, "I don't know, I'm sorry Nat. Does it really matter who he is though?"
Her eyes widened in shock. "Of course it matters" she announced disbelievingly, eyeing me like I'd suddenly grown a second head. "Do you know who he is?" she gestured vaguely towards his room, speaking again before I had the chance to answer that yes, I did in fact know who he was.
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The Movies Make It Look EasyTeen Fiction
Shannon moves to London, expecting the perfect College experience, but from Day One things don't go according to plan. Between a roommate that seems to hate her, a creep that she just can't seem to get rid of, and drama with her friends and famil...