"I-I-I don't-don't wanna hear your so-orry now. Stop-stop stuttering your words. It's only making you look worse." -Stuttering, Fefe Dobson
AUTHOR'S NOTE**: WOAH WOAH, 35 CHAPTERS?!?! That's insane. As always, thank you for reading my story! :)
Heather's P.O.V
Another day…..another day. I woke up just like any other day and quickly went downstairs to see what would be in store today.
I was close to the last step when I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist. I immediately stopped and turned my head around to see who it was.
Tom smiled back at me like a little kid. “Morning, my beautiful.” He said and kissed my cheek.
I smiled back, “Morning, TomTom.”
“Good morning, lovely,”
He let go of my waist and I continued to walk down the stairs. I saw Rachael passed out on the couch, but she was nearly waking up.
“Oh my goodness,” Rachael groaned in her sleep. I walked over to her and took in her kind of “out of shape” presence at the moment.
“Rachael?” I said.
Rachael turned to her side and grabbed the pillow beneath her head. “Go away. Rachael needs sleep.”
“Did you look after Jordan last night like I told you to?” I asked her. Rachael’s head shot up almost immediately and she sat herself up on the couch. Her hand held the back of her head, as if she was trying to stop whatever pain was going through her head. Her eyes remained partly closed as she looked up at me and replied, “Did I look after her? DID I LOOK AFTER HER?!?! Yes! I did look after her and let me tell you this, Heather….” She stood up and furiously tossed her pillow to the floor before walking up to me and pointing her index finger in front of my face “That girl is an ANIMAL when she’s drunk. I am tired. There’s a weird banging sensation in the back of my head. My legs are numb. AND my hair is a mess from all those times she spit out her water at me last night.” She said.
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I’m sorry, but I wish I could’ve just stayed up and watched Rachael deal with drunk Jordan all night. That would’ve been the funniest thing EVER!
“Next time someone’s drunk in this house, Willow can look after them!” Rachael exclaimed and walked away.
I rolled my eyes at her and fell onto the chair next to the TV. I bent over towards the table and picked up the remote, aiming it at the TV. “Let’s see what dumb show is on right now.”
As I starting looking through the menu guide, I heard footsteps from the stairs. Someone just came downstairs.
I turned around and saw a very rough-looking Nathan. Wow, someone must’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning…
“Good morning, Nathan!” I said cheerfully.
He looked over at me with a blank face and started towards the kitchen. “Since when was it a good morning?...” he muttered under his breath.
I slammed the remote onto the table and stood up. “Why the heck is everyone so grumpy this morning?!” I shouted.
Willow’s P.O.V
This morning didn’t seem like it was going so well. Siva and I walked downstairs together and went to the kitchen to see what was for breakfast. All of us usually had breakfast together every morning in the kitchen.
“Good morning, you strange and weird people I call my friends!” I said happily as I walked into the kitchen.
Nearly everyone’s head turned and gave me an annoyed face. Woah wait, did I do something?
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