Falling for the Stars.

Chapter 3: Why do you smell like Axe and Cigarettes?

Same thing as chapter 1 and 2 about the dialogue editing :) 

Kara POV

I wake up to the smell of burning.

My eyes shoot open and I sit up in bed, making sure it's not a dream.

It's not.

I try and jump out of bed but my feet are tangled in my sheets and it all ends badly. Faceplanting on my carpet floor, I wrestle with my blankets to get them off me. I finally manage get them off and sprint to my door, nearly running into it as I head towards the stairs. I bolt down the stairs and smell becomes more potent. No one's in the kitchen yet, looking at the time, it's 6:30 am.

The source of the smell is on the stove. A pan with nearly blackened scrambled eggs is smoking, it very closely resembles a camp fire.

The fire alarm cannot go off, because it takes forever to shut it up. When we first moved in we tested it with a candle. It was bad, like as in the-whole-911-squad-showed-up-outside-our-house kind of bad. We explained what had happened and they helped us shut it off. That same week my dad went out and bought a new one. He's been planning to install it but he hasn't as yet.

I take it off the stove and throw it into the sink the fire alarm goes off.

Fabulous.

Within the next thirty seconds my parents are downstairs, bewildered, questioning me as to what was burning and why.

"Kara, what's burning?" My mom asks concerned.

"Oh someone just thought it would be wise to leave eggs cooking unattended." I drawl sarcastically, pointing to the pan in the sink.

"I just got up-" My dad starts, his eyebrows furrowed pulling up a chair to attend to the smoke alarm.

"As did I." My mom tends to the pan in the kitchen sink.

"Same." I grimace, "Dallas!"

I run upstairs to his room to find him in his bed with the covers up under his chin. He looks so peaceful.

Well that's just too bad isn't it?

I open the blinds in his room, causing him to stir and start blinking rapidly. Grabbing the pillow under his head I smack him in the face with it. "WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I shout at him.

He shields his head with his arm, "What the hell was that for? Chill, wait what's that smell? Is something burning?"

"THIS IS FOR WAKING ME UP BY BURNING YOUR STUPID EGGS!! SAVE THAT FOR YOUR ROOMMATES!!" Hitting him with the pillow one last time before he catches it.

His eyes widen and he mutters profanities under his breath throwing off the covers and hopping out of bed with a grace that I did not have this morning.

Checking the clock I scowl. I don't have to wake up for another 10 minutes. Thanks Dallas.

I decide to just get ready for school. I shower and throw on an oversized t-shirt from art camp last summer, with black leggings. I tie my wild hair up into a messy bun as I make my way downstairs.

Cool air hits me like a brick wall as I turn the corner into the kitchen where Dallas is explaining himself to my parents. The windows are opened in order to flush out the burnt smell. I dodge my dad, who's installing the new smoke alarm. Even though he works in the financial department, he can be a handyman when he needs to be because he grew up on a farm. My dad used to be a red head when he was a kid, (as hard as that is for me to imagine) but because of his grey hair that's mixed in, he now looks like he's blonde. (He's not super old or anything, I guess he just greyed sooner.)