Sweet Dreams Tennessee

Running late

"Tenny wake up, coming on we're going to be late," I hear as the loud voice and bangs continue repetitively on my door. I wonder what time it is. Without a second thought my eyes flutter closed once again.

"Tennessee get your arse up now!" Suddenly the voice I originally thought of as a fictional figment in my dream became reality, and very much so. After a couple of seconds I rolled over in my bed and snapped my head to look at the green digital numbers of my clock.

The loud banging on my red wooden door continued as I realized that Matt had been waiting for me outside and I was fifteen minutes late.

"I'm sorry Matt I'm coming now!" I blurted. "I know I'm late sorry." I threw my hair up and quickly put on the outfit I had planned the night before as I sprinted toward the door with my suitcase. When I opened it, I was greeted by my dearest friend Matt who flashed a small smile of relief at me. I pulled him into a hug by his neck.

"Bloody hell, right let's get a move on you two!" A rude thick accent snapped from the car. I looked at the man behind the wheel. His hair slicked completely back to perfection. Which made me feel a tad bit insecure of my own hair. Black aviator sunglasses.

This bloke was Matt's friend Alex, and maybe if he wasn't so rude to me he could be good looking. Alex has known Matt about as long as I have. We rushed into the backseat of the corsa after I tossed my suitcase in the trunk. "Bout time," Alex spat. "In fact we're already fifteen minutes late because of this slag." As the words slipped from his mouth a finger reaches round the head of the seat directly at me.

"Alex you promised you wouldn't fight with her while on this tour" Matt pleaded.
"I'm not fightin' just pointin' out the obvious."