Is it impossible?

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The sunlight from the big window warmed my skin. I groaned as I rolled over and rubbed my eyes. I sat up and remembered that it was Saturday! Yes! No work today!

I'm a young fashion designer here in Italy. I wanted to be a model when I was younger but meh, I'm not nearly pretty enough.

I skipped down the stair case and saw my brother already sitting at the counter, eating cereal and talking on the phone.

"Finneas hey, what's up" said my brother, running his fingers through his long, scruffy, brown hair.

"Hey Lucas! I'm actually in Italy right now" I heard the boy on the phone say. "We're on tour but it got cancelled because of all this corona stuff. Do you think we could stay at your place to quarantine?"

Lucas and Finneas have known each other for a long time. I remember when we lived in LA, Finneas would come over to hang out with Lucas a lot. I never really knew him.

"Sure thing! When are you coming" he asked.

"Probably today, if that's okay" responded Finneas hopefully.

"Yeah sounds good" Said my brother tugging at the chain on his neck, and hanging up. He then turned around and saw me looking at him.

"Oh god, Poem, we have to clean and set up a room for him" Said my brother, standing up and beginning to panic.

"Lucas, calm down, just go get dressed, the house is already clean" I said.

"Okay, but you have to clean your room. It's a mess" he said, running up the staircase.

I laughed and went to the counter. I picked up his cereal bowl that still had some left in it. My stomach grumbled but I threw it in the sink. I don't tend to eat much food. My mom once called me fat when I was 12, and I haven't been the same since.

I rinsed my hands off and quickly went upstairs. I walked past my brothers room and went into mine. What should I wear? I thought to myself.

I went through my closet and found a cute pair of jeans and a white button up shirt. I put a pair of white converse on my feet, and went to my bathroom. I combed through my brown hair and fixed my curtain bangs. I brushed my teeth and began to put on some light makeup.

"Poem, please clean your room! Finneas is coming in 20 minutes!" shouted my brother, Lucas, from across the hall.

Oh shit.

I quickly exited my bathroom and went over to my bed. I pulled the pale yellow comforter over the messed up, white sheets, and placed some colorful pillows on top. I picked up some trash and clothes that were scattered across the floor.

My room looked pretty good already. I squirted some water on the green plants sitting on my windowsill.

I took a deep breath and sat on my soft bed. I pulled out my phone to see a text from my best friend, Stella.

Stella:
Hey poem do you want to get lunch with me?

Me:
Sorry I can't
Lucas friend is coming over and I should probably stay to help
He's gonna quarantine with us

Stella:
Oh ok well come to my house sometime today
We need to hang out

Me:
Ok I will :)

Just as I sent that last text message, I heard a knock on the door.

"He's here!!!"

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