Monday….
I hate mondays, but what can I say, If Houdini couldn't t stop the rain with his hands, I can't stop Mondays from happening.
I don't want to wake up, its been a long time since I last had a good night of sleep, and yesterday I did, which is very odd since all the unfortunate events that took place.
I stood up, kicking the sheets out of the way and practically crawling out of bed. When I stood up to walk to the bathroom, my nose welcomed the wall.
"Shoot" I said caressing the tip of my pork like nose. See? Mondays are bad, I already got a bruise and did nothing to get it! I sighed in frustration entering the bathroom and doing all the protocole to get ready.
When I finished brushing my hair, checked twice if my pants were okay and sprinted down the stairs to be welcomed by the smell of scramble eggs and bacon. As I walked in the kitchen I got a glimpse of Liam sitting in the table eating the food she’d prepared.
What the hell? What is he doing here at seven in the morning? Isn’t he supposed to be asleep right now?
“Good morning” he greeted sipping coffee. His short chestnut hair was nicely brushed back and he was wearing a long sleeved gray t-shirt with the Arsenal logo printed on it and a ripped blue jeans. It is really weird looking at him without his Angry Pickles T-Shirt.
Scine he is the vocalist of that lame band, he has been wearing the same T-Shirt. Imagine the smell of that thing, an instant fly killer.
The good thing about my almost brother in-law is that he owns a music and I can get Vinils for free. Also he and his band have performed in many important festivals and I got to go to many of them, meeting cute guitarrists on the way.
Lucky me.
Okay, I know what you are thinking, that he is a slacker with no aspirations that never bathes and smokes weed, but for your disappointment, he graduated with a mayor in Business Administration and Management and a minor in Music. Besides, he is my only hope for gettiing Mandy away. When she is with him, never once she has screamed at me.
“Hey” I greeted while patting him on the arm. It seems that today I’ll be eating cereal. I pour some Special K’s into the bowl and glare at it as if some cat just puked on it.
“What’s up?” he asks eating his second plate of scrambled eggs. Amanda was already dressed up and had a purple apron with yellow words that said, “Don’t mess with the cook.” I bought it for her last year for her birthday.
“Nothing much” I said grabbing a spoonful of it and introducing it into my mouth.
Yuck, this thing sucks.
“Cool” he replies before sipping more coffee. Before I could eat another spoonful of the disgusting cereal, Amanda places a plate full with bacon, eggs, and French toasts in front of me. I glare at her while she stares at me back.
She is challenging me. I mean, does she really think I’m going to eat her freaking food after all the things she has done? I may be hungry but not that much thanks. As I break eye contact, another spoonfull of the disgusting thing is placed in my mouth.
“Ava” he started. “Aren’t you going have breakfast?” he asked glaring at his girlfriend. Liam is not dumb, if one thing is for sure is that he knows when Mandy is mad.
“I’m already having breakfast” I said pointing my cereal with the spoon. I can't cry, the food is not tha good...
What a blasfemy I just thought!
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