Believable (r.a.l.)

Chapter Twelve

Riker's POV
The next morning I am woken up by my alarm clock. I angrily slam the snooze button to cease the aggravating beeping. I want to go back to sleep. It is 5:30 in the morning. I am in no mood to be awaken by and obnoxious alarm. Plus, I am still upset from last night. I've always been told that it is never good to go to bed angry. Oops. Too late.

I turn onto my stomach, getting comfortable again. And just as I am about to fall back into wonderful and peaceful slumber, Rocky's alarm starts blaring throughout the room. I groan loudly, smashing my thick pillow around my head and over my ears. Unfortunately, it does not work.

"Rocky!" I bellow, lifting my head slightly.

The alarm disappears from the world. I sigh with relief, my head falling back down on my very comfortable mattress and descend to sleep again. Though the creaking of Rocky's bed prevents me. I can tell that he is actually getting up for school. Suddenly there is a tapping on my foot, letting me know that my brother is actually attempting to wake me. Well, I am already awake. He gives up shortly after he starts because I won't move. He moves out the door, going to the bathroom for a shower, I am assuming. I sigh. I guess I should leave this paradise that I call bed to got to hell that I call school. But I'm told to listen to my heart and instincts. And my heart tells me not to. And my mind tells me not to.

But then I get up anyways. Don't ask me why. I go over to the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. I look disgusting. My hair shoots up in all different directions, my face is all oily and my pajamas has stains all over them. I am definitely taking a shower after Rocky and changing my clothes. My legs lazily bring me across the room over to my dresser to get what I'll be wearing today; one of my many T-shirts, and of course jeans and black converse. As I pick through the drawer I see writing on the palm of my hand. I look at the numbers curiously, wondering where the faded pen came from.

Then I remember. Liane. It's her phone number. She wrote it on my hand yesterday and I completely forgot. I can't believe I did. I remember now that my stomach flipped when she took my hand. And as the tip of the pen touched my skin, it tickled. When we held hands walking to class, people stared and whispered to one another. It was big news to see the most popular girl in school holding the hand of the school's not-so-popular rock star. I remember hoping that the gossip wouldn't reach Justine.

I'd better write it down in my phone before I wash it off.

"What are you doing?" I hear from behind me. I slightly jump, surprised and turn around. Rocky stands there, his hair wet and dressed in fresh clothes for the day, a curious expression on his face. Probably because I'm just sitting in front of my dresser not doing anything but thinking to myself.

"Oh, just getting my clothes for today," I reply.

"You've been sitting there for like three minutes," he observes.

"Eh, I was deciding what to wear."

"Since when did you become a girl?" he asks.

I just shrug and stand up. I grab my phone and quickly put in the number. After, I brush past my brother, going to the shower. While I spend this time all by myself, I think about what I've got going on today. There's school of course. Then there's band practice. Hmm. That's an easy schedule.

I sigh as I finish up in the shower and I pull on the clothes I took with me and walk out of the bathroom. Now, the house is full of noise and people rushing around to get ready for their days at school or work. I go back to my room to fix up my hair, putting on my favorite beanie. I then get my books and phone and run downstairs for a quick breakfast.

"I tweeted last night that there will be new songs being performed at the show this weekend," Ross speaks up. "Twitter is blowing up with excitement. I don't think all the audience will be there just for the game."