Love Struck

That One Chapter that has a really long title

Allie's POV

I roll over in bed and then realize I'm still the clumsy 17 year old I was 3 days ago. I fall out of my bed, wrapping my comforter around my legs and then continuing to hit my head on my hard wood bed-side table, and then finally fall face first on the floor.

"Grrr," I manage to groan before I lift myself off the floor.

Today was Saturday which meant I got to sleep late, but my grace tends to disagree. I unwrap the comforter from around my legs after 25 minutes of trying to be smart and don't quickly when I finally gave up, and later on my bed and kicked it till I rolled off my legs. I'm such a hot mess. I jump from my bed and walk lazily to my dresser pulling out a pair of black leggings, and short yet cute jean shirt, and a crop top. Because it was getting over 50° I told my self it was 'skin weather when all reality I was such a huge whore. But YOLO right? I sit on my carpeted floor in front of my full length mirror that I had to con my mother into giving to me. I lean a little to my right and plug in the strightneing iron. I lean backwards to re stable myself, but to no avail I fall backwards like my clumsy self. I try with my most effort and sit up correctly again. I find my brush from the underneath of my bed and brush my freakishly long hair out until I can go through it although snagging on my hair. I split my hair into four sections and straighten the upper and lower smaller sections of each 1/4 price of my head of hair. Once I finish the dreadfully long process I re-brush my hair and re-striaghten the ends because my hair hates to be straight. I wisp my hair over into the correct part and try to stand up, but I can't because my laziness and the fact that my legs fell asleep add together to just make me feel like standing is out of the question. O grab onto to end of my bed and pull myself up that way. Once I'm on my feet I quickly(spend and hourtryijg and trying get again until I get too frustrated to finish) throw on my makeup. I walk out of my bathroom to find my closet open more than I left it. Having a feeling of who I knew what was going on I loudly announce," I don't think I like my outfit, I guess I'll just change then. In my room, all by my self. Where no one can see me. Because its my room and I'm all alone," I start to pull my shirt up when Justin yells from the inside of the closet," STOP STOP STOP! newww my eyes!!" I giggle and put my shirt back down. I walk over to my closet door and vreaknit open to expose his face and laugh at him.

"What do you want, and how did you get in here?" I ask still laughing a bit.

"Your mom left right before I pulled in, and the door was unlocked so I snuck up here and-" he stopped realizing how creepy he was sounding.

"Don't be a peeping tom. Perv," I say locking him in the closet once again.

"He shakes the knob to the door but can't seem to get that the lock is on the inside cause he's stupid as chicken shit.

I laugh as I put all of my weight on the outside of the door and pull out my phone because I knew I would be here at least a few minutes.

After 8-10 minutes of Justin struggling from the inside of my closet he finally realizes he can open the door. He slams his body into the door send me flying across my floor and landing 2in. From my still on and hot hair iron.

"Oops left it on, " I say pulling my face front he floor like pulling a Band-Aid off a cut.

I sit up, unplug the iron and then turn towards the smirking idiot stand over me.

"Come here," I say

He leans down towards my face.

"Closer, come one keep going," I say smiling.

I look him in the face and what I do next I think surprised him the most.