The dancing and singing early at four in the morning took a toll on both the tired kids, but Emily – energetic as she was – did not have much to be worried about. Her never-ending energy was quick to be regained just as quickly as it drained.
"Liam, we gotta go," she shook her best friend after she got up around 7.45 in the morning, her head on his chest.
She got off him, trying to untangle her limbs from his as she woke up and climbed on the couch from the carpeted floor where the both of them fell asleep and stretched her body complaining about 'bleeding bad positions' to sleep in.
Noticing the time, she quickly took off, rushing to her own room and throwing her art books into her regular book bag and changing her clothes for school.
She pulled her hair into a very messy, very casual, very half pony or she'd know that some people would throw a fit. Her beat-up sneaks – the one she had been wearing for nearly three years now – slapped against the hardwood floor noisily as she rushed to the refrigerator in hopes of finding something to eat before school.
"Liam!" she called over her shoulder, "It's nearly time for school to start. Get your body off the floor if you don't want to be late!"
She had very little time – only around seven minutes to be exact – to have a smoothie – which she would have to make – wake Liam up and get on the bike to get to the goddamned school and still have time to meet up with her girlfriend whom she hadn't seen in a few days and she missed her terribly.
Emily thanked god – or whoever it was that lived up – for Liam as she took out an orange container that had chopped fruits of various kinds which he made sure to keep stacked at all times and took it to the kitchen.
She tossed them into the steel blender, poured one and a half glass of milk, poured nearly ten tablespoons of sugar – she had quite a sweet tooth and blended them to a smooth consistency.
Emily poured the blended smoothie into two identical plastic glasses with caps on and drew a straw into both of them.
"Liam," she walked to him. One hand clutching her glass, she drew in a mouthful of it and shook him with the other hand, "Liam, we are late!"
But he did not stir even a bit. She shoved him, shaking him by the shoulder, "Wake up, Liam!"
"LIAM!" she yelled, losing her patience, "I can't wait anymore. Come with three damn minutes if you want to get your bloody arse to the fucking school!"
She stormed out of the house, making sure to slam the doors open extra loudly, hoping that he'd wake up.
Liam woke up at the sound of the house bang in the house, jolting upwards.
He stretched his body like a little kitten and yawned, slouching forward and still unwilling to open his eyes until he heard the reeving of the loud engine of the motorbike Emily owned.
His eyes snapped open and he looked at the old antique clock on the peach-coloured walls of the living room. 7.55 AM.
"Jesus, we're late!" he jumped from the floor as he rushed to find the extra empty black Adidas bookbag he kept at the Wonder house in case of emergency. He then rushed to the bathroom and hurried all his necessities as fast as possible.
His face still dripping wet after he washed his face, he skidded across the living room and into the kitchen where his already pre-made smoothie was awaiting him.
"LIAM!" he heard Emily roar, "LAST FUCKING CALL. GET YOUR ASS HERE THIS INSTANT OR I'M GOING TO LEAVE-"
Liam hopped onto the bike, behind Emily, one of the hastily tied shoelaces of his sneakers coming undone and one hand holding the smoothie while the other wiped his face off the excess water, "I'm here. Let's go, Emily."
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3.1 | What we Fake
Teen Fiction❝I was crazy in love, and love makes you do crazy things.❞ "So, does that mean if I-if I kissed you tonight, you wouldn't feel a thing?" Emily barely reacted, focused on trimming her nails, but his question jolted her enough that she almost nicked h...
