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Rollercoaster

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I was rudely awoken when I heard the front door being slam shut. Who breaks in using the front door? I knew I shouldn't of slept on the couch, now I'm gonna be the first one to die. I had a plan for when someone breaks in as-well.

Fuck my life.

I would wake up to the sounds of Marcos screams, because let's be honest, Marco would definitely be the first one to die. By the time the robber had killed Marco, me and the girls would've changed and been climbing out window. We would steal Adrian's favourite car, just to annoy him, and get a plane to Hawaii. But of course they decided to break in the day I sleep on the couch.

"Alessia?" A strained voice asked.

I switched the lamp on, and turned around to be met with Adrian, he stood leaning on the doorframe, but not in the seductive way, more in the exhausted way. He had puffy, red eyes, clearly from crying - his hood up was up, with his curly hair poking out of it. His hands rested in his trouser pockets as he waited for a response.

"Yep, did you really have to come back in that loud, I was having a sexy dream." He scrunched his face up and lazily made his way over to the couch, sitting on my feet.

"Could you get your fatass of off my feet, your crushing them" I said wiggling my feet about underneath him.

"My ass isn't fat." He cracked a smile.

I snorted, "you're right, it's boney, now could you get your boney fatass of off my delicate feet." I tried to shove him off but the guy was made of stone.

"That makes so much sense love." He nodded his head as if he was thinking about it, "Do you wanna know what is fat though?" He taunted, a familiar smirk appeared on his face.

"My dic- I cut him off by flinging him of off the couch, he landed on the floor with a thud.

"You bitch," he said after groaning

I picked up the pillow I was using and smacked it into his face, "Don't call me a bitch."

Do you get deja vu

He rolled over so he was on his back, he brought the pillow up under his head, and stared at the ceiling.

"What's on your mind?" I asked.

He signed and closed his eyes, " I was just thinking about how big my di-

"Okay that was your last chance, get out." I said pointing to the stairs.

He laughed and got up, throwing the pillow back at me, he sauntered out of the room, not before holding his two hands together then opening them wider, and wider, with a mischievous smile plastered onto his face.

This is what I get for being nice.

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One by one everyone came strolling into the living room, each looking more tired then the other. The tv and Marco munching on his cereal was the only things you could here.

"Guys, there's been something stuck on my mind lately, todays the day I'm gonna get it of my chest." Sandro signed dramatically and fanned his face.

"Marco." Sandro stared directly at him.

drama?

Me and Arabella glanced at each other, wriggling our eyebrows and pursing our lips in excitement. We all have this weird obsession with drama, it's a great way to start the day, gives us a reason to live.