Kring! Kring! My alarm clock blasted out loudly, jerking me up from my slumber. Groaning and with my eyes still tightly shut, I reach out my hand in search for the source of the ear-blasting sound. "Ugh."
I slowly pry my eyes open when I couldn't feel the cold metal texture of my blue alarm clock on the tips of my fingers. When I opened my sleep-filled eyes while releasing a yawn, a scowl made its way to my face when I noticed that my light blue alarm clock is lying flat on the floor. "Huh, how did it get there?"
Kring! Kring! The light-blue devil continued to ring loudly, making me groan and curse under my breath. "Ugh stupid, alarm clock," I mumbled as I slid down from my bed to pick it up.
Slowly rising up from my bending position, I noticed my reflection on the mirror that's hanging by the wall, beside my bed. I grimaced when I spotted the dark circles under my eyes, a bird's nest for my hair and my wrinkled Green PJ's and white shirt.
Damn I look horrible.
With a sigh, I placed my alarm clock back on its original position on my nightstand and started to walk or rather, drag myself towards the shower.
Quickly stripping my clothes off, I released a soft sigh of satisfaction when I turned on the shower and felt its cold water running down on my arms as I test its temperature.
Stepping under it, I closed my eyes and let all the sleepy thoughts escape so I wouldn't have a cranky day.
It was probably due to the lack of sleep and stress that I've been having lately, that's why my morning didn't turn out to be Disney-like.
I always wondered how the princesses made mornings so beautiful. Waking up with the perfect hair, slowly fluttering their eyes open, beautifully might I add. Yawning gracefully and stretching a little. Then all of a sudden, the birds and animals will appear at wherever they are and a musical number is on.
They sure do make mornings sound so divine. I bet the dude from Candy Crush can't even match it.
While I on the other hand, was never a minion of mornings. I always wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock, startling me off my sleep, bags under my eyes, a bad bed-hair and sometimes if my luck was running real low, a trail of dry drool on my chin. So un-Disney.
Moments like this always make me wonder how different reality is from fantasy. A simple comparison of mornings, but it showed me what the real deal is. How huge is the gap between fairy tales and the boring thing called life. Too bad, I live in reality
After scrubbing here and there, a few hair products and brushing my teeth, I Grabbed the fluffy white towel that's dangling by the shower curtain's rod, I quickly wrapped myself with it. Letting it's warmth embrace me and prevent the goosebumps that appeared on my skin from the cold, multiply.
Slipping into a simple worn-out jean shorts and a white tee, I grabbed my hairbrush and tried to tame my brown hair that's been tangled at its ends. Ariel is always swimming in salt-water but her hair's perfect and not dry. Pfft.
I grinned up at my reflection on the mirror, deciding that I look presentable enough for a regular Sunday, with me staying at home and doing nothing but pig around all day as I propped my feet up on the coffee table. I placed my hairbrush down. I probably don't look as gorgeous as Disney princesses but at least, I look presentable enough to be called a human being.
Descending down our mahogany staircase, I greeted my parents who are chatting animatedly among themselves by our dining table, a cup of coffee in Mom's hand while a glass of warm milk in Dad's. "Hey, morning," I chirped, placing a soft peck on their cheeks before plopping down in my seat.
My mom grinned up at me. "Good morning sweetheart. Did your friends tell you tha-" blag. Our heads snapped towards the kitchen where the sound rang from, interrupting what Mom was supposed to say.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Jones!" Lily's hollered from the kitchen, causing me to raise my brow and look at my parents incredulously. "Lily?" I asked Mom, surprised about the fact that my best friend is here and is currently in our kitchen, doing something that I have no idea of.
Mom shrugged, placing down her cup of steaming hot coffee down the table. "Well she invited herself over earlier this morning and said that she wanted to make you breakfast."
Realizing what Lily actually did I let out a faint chuckle and shook my head disbelievingly. Of course. It's Lily. "I'll just go and check up on her, we don't want our kitchen burning now do we?"
Dad sniggered but covered it up as a cough, before drinking up from his glass of milk. "Go ahead hun," he smiled at me, brown eyes identical to mine, gleaming in humor.
Having Lily as my best friend for almost three years already, my dad sure do knows that Lily's cooking skills are anything but pro.
I beamed at both of my parents before abruptly standing up and storming towards our kitchen where I know Lily's cooking her real master plan.
Leaning against the cream-colored kitchen counter top, a red apron tied on her waist and strawberry blond hair placed in a messy bun is my best friend, Lily. Her eyes focused on the pancake batter that's she's mixing in a yellow bowl as she thoughtfully move her hand in a circular motion, while the other one held the bowl steadily against her body. "Lily!" I called out to her, snapping her off her thoughts.
"Hey," she chirped, placing the bowl down and wiping her hands against her apron.
"What's up?" I asked. Casually leaning against the white, wooden door frame of our kitchen.
"Well..." she trailed off, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear before ginning widely at me, "What happened?" she asked, excitement visible in her sky blue eyes.
Of course. Lily Harrison can make breakfast for another person or even a family even if she can't cook as long as the reward is juicy details from her best friend's adventures, which she likes to call as dates.
Not like Austin and I had a date last night.
I chuckled and walk further into the kitchen, grabbing the bowl by the counter top and the whisk to mix the batter. "Well...it was the usual," I answered vaguely, gripping the whisk tighter in my hand.
I hear her snort beside me, causing my eyes to snap at her direction. "The usual my pretty butt. Details, details."
Sighing, I placed the bowl down and leaned against the granite counter top. I gave her a forced smile. "Nothing happened. Austin just got punched in the face because he danced with someone's girlfriend and then we went home," I narrated lazily, partially lying to best friend.
Telling Lily that I made Austin sing to Bon Jovi's It's My Life is suicide. It would just give her romantic soul, sparks and illusions that Buttface and I can be together and will live happily ever after together with our trustworthy group of friends in a far, far away kingdom.
Yep, not telling her.
"That's it?" she asked, disappointment crossed over her soft features and a frown made its way to her lips making me, somehow guilty that I kept a teeny, tiny detail away from her.
Well we might have sung It's My Life. "Yeah that's it."
I smiled a little at the memory of having the opportunity to hear Austin Ford sing. Oh memories.
"Damn it, I woke up at dawn to get here before you wake up and even tried to kill your alarm clock so I'll have more time, only to find out that Austin just got punched for dancing with some other girl," she muttered, yanking the apron rather, harshly off her waist and dropping it onto the counter top, beside me.
"You tried to kill what?" I asked sternly, raising my brow and crossing my arms over my chest. So that's why my alarm clock was lying on the floor when I woke up, earlier this morning. That thing might be Satan's pawn in blue form, but it saved me from loads of detentions.
"Oops," she grinned sheepishly before storming out of the kitchen, with me growling and running after her.
"Lily!"
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"Are you kidding me? That's it?" Kayla inquired for the millionth time already since I sat across her at this table, in this coffee shop.
Rolling my eyes at her, I take a small sip of my frappe and leaned back against my chair. "Yeah it is," I muttered tiredly.
Sunday was supposed to be my rest day, especially after last night where I wasn't able to get much sleep. But Lily, the ever-so-great Lily, made sure that she will be able to drag me here. At first, I really did stand my ground, saying that I am tired. Which is indeed, I am. But when Lily used the phrase 'quality time' to her advantage, my barriers all came crashing down, pooling my feet.
Especially when she said that we weren't able to have a movie day yesterday. The thought made me remember how I rejected Patrick and went on having an interview with Austin. Which turned out to be a horrific experience at Silver Paradise, where Austin got punched.
I heard Patrick chuckle softly beside me. "Guys give her a break, she said that's it and we just have to deal with it," he convinced our friends who grumbled fine's in return. Satisfied with their answers, Patrick grinned up at me and gave me an I-know-there's-more-details-but-I-got-you wink before sipping through his own drink.
And the gesture made my cheeks slightly pink and my heart flutter a little. He still got that effect on me?
I straightened out and drank my frappe as fast as I can, ignoring the cold feeling that it brought and the sweetness that came with each slurp. Doing something in a fast pace has always been my bad habit when I'm nervous. A habit that I so want to get rid off. Suddenly the flavor and coldness was all too much to take, causing me to let out a coughing fit.
From my peripheral vision, I saw Patrick panic and tense up. His eyes wide and nervous as he watched me cough my lungs out. He patted my back soothingly and beckoned for Vincent to hand him some napkins.
Settling down, I let out a huge breath. Patrick smiled up at me, his hand still on my back as he continued to pat it soothingly. He handed me a glass of lukewarm water and some napkins, which I gently took from his hand. "You okay now?" his voice asked softly, blue eyes warm with worry, roamed over my face, as I take a sip from the glass.
The way his eyes scan my face for a sign that I'm alright, made me remember a feeling that I've long forgotten. The same feeling I always tried to suppress and bury underneath all the impossibilities. But with just one look from the blue depths of his eyes, I am now aware that the feeling can resurface, it can come back and play with my naive heart again.
"Y-yeah," I manage to squeak out, voice still hoarse from coughing as I look anywhere but him.
"Gosh I thought you were dying back there!" Lily cried out, shaking her head.
"Girls. Always so dramatic," Vincent muttered under his breath, earning a thwack in the shoulder from Lily, which eventually turned into a hitting war against the two, with Kayla prying their hands off each other.
Patrick and I sniggered at the scene in front us. Smiling down at me, Patrick peered at the empty frappe container and half-filled glass in my hand and removed it from my grip, placing it onto the table. "You sure you're okay now?"
I let a small smile appear on my lips. "Yeah. Thanks," I mumbled shyly. Tucking a loose hair behind my ear.
"You're always welcome," he said genuinely, grinning at me, making a blush appear on my cheeks for the second time already today.
What the hell?
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