"Wake your ass up, Clara!" Bailey yelled. "We're going places today."
"The only place I'm going now is back to sleep," Clara retorted.
"It's ten o'clock."
"I usually sleep until twelve."
"Not today you are."
Clara got up. She didn't exactly want to but if it shut Bailey up, she was going to do it.
She opened the door to the room she was sleeping in to see Bailey standing there.
"Morning, Sleeping Not-So Beauty."
"Good Morning, Asshole," Clara responded.
"Someone's in a good mood this morning," Bailey mumbled.
"Just give me an hour to get up."
Bailey left her in peace. She walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her hair was a tangled mess from tossing and turning. Her clothes were wrinkled from sleep.
"I'm going to eat first," she thought. "Then, I'll get ready."
She walked down the stairs to see the boys sitting in the kitchen. Dylan was in a robe, Logan was wearing the bare minimum of clothing, and Zach was already wearing his clothes for the day.
She walked past them to the pantry, where she found a small tub of icing. She pulled that out and got a spoon. The boys were staring at her when she sat down and started eating it.
"If one of you even mumbles a word of me eating cake icing," Clara threatened, "I will not hestitate to shove this spoon down your throat."
"But, why are you eating it?" Logan asked.
Clara glared at him. "It's to give me energy."
"Is it working?"
"Nope," she answered, popping the p.
She couldn't tell who, but someone laughed at that. They muffled their laughter, though.
She finished almost the whole thing and set it down to walk up stairs to get dressed.
When she got to her room, she walked to her bad and pulled out her Flash shirt and a pair of jeans. She put them on and went to the bathroom to brush her hair. It only took about five minutes to get her hair up in a ponytail.
Meanwhile, the other friends were talking to each other.
"What are the plans for today?" Dylan asked.
"Well," he began. "First, we go to Walmart. We need to pick up some things, Second, we can walk around Ashley Park and talk or look in stores or something. Third, we eat lunch. I say we get Starbucks and eat Chic-Fil-A. Fourth, we come home. Fifth, we do whatever, like play board games or watch Deadpool."
"I say we watch Deadpool," Logan said. "Especially since Clara hasn't seen it yet."
"Wait, wait, wait." Bailey said. He then put his hands on his hips. "What other movies has that child not seen?"
"Any horror movie in existence. Some StarWars. I could go on," Zach stated.
"We are officialy watching all of those when we get back today."
"Just don't ask her for an opinion on what we should watch," Zach said.
"Why?"
"Because her number one choice she will want us to watch is." Zach then looked around. "Sherlock."
"What about Sherlock?" Clara said.
Bailey shrieked. "How did you get here?"
"I was summoned," Clara said. "I was also eavesdropping. Other choices I will choose are Harry Potter, The Hobbit, Doctor Who, any Marvel movie that has ever been created, The Flash, This Is Us. I could go on and on."
"What's Sherlock?" Logan questioned.
Clara's mouth dropped open. Zach groaned.
"It was nice knowing you. I will be heading upstairs now so I don't have to hear about Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman for the one millionth time in a row."
"But Benedict Cumberbatch is hot," Dylan said.
"At least someone agrees with me," Clara mumbled. "Okay. I'm pretty sure you all have heard of Sherlock Holmes, greatest consulting detective ever."
"Yeah," they all said.
"I still say RDJ is better!" Zach shouted from upstairs.
"And I said that I will torture you if you said that again," she shouted.
"I would like to see you try."
"Anyways," she continued. "It's a tv show on Sherlock Holmes and John Watson solving crimes together. It's really funny actually and I'm trying not to spoil it."
They all just kinda stared.
"Okay," Bailey said. "We'll watch some of it tonight. How many seasons does it have?"
"Four seasons and twelve episodes."
"Twelve episodes?" Bailey asked.
"I guess I forgot to mention that each episode is nearly two hours long."
Logan banged his head on the table.
"Sometimes I wonder why I am friends with you, Clara Robin," Bailey said.
"I wonder the same thing every day of my life, as well, Bailey I don't know your last name."
He sighed.
"Anyways," he said. "We've got to get a move on, so let's go."
They all scrambled to the door but not before Clara yelled, "I'm going on an adventure."
The five happy friends then went to defeat their first task.