Mels POV
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Tap tap!
"Shut up!"
Tap tap!
"Go to hell"
Tap tap!
"Alright Drea, tap one more time and I swear I'll...."
Tap tap!
"That's it." Throwing off the covers so hard that they parachute to the floor, I sit up a little too fast for my body's liking.
"Ow!" A searing pain shoots through my head and I massage my temples. Tap tap!
"Drea I'm not in the mood"
Tap tap!
"Bitch I'll kill you!"
Tap tap!
"Don't think I won't!"
Tap tap!
"That's it!" I stumble out of bed swaying slightly from the pain reverberating on the inside of my skull. I felt as if I was a zombie that had somehow come back to life.
"What the hell happened last night?"
Tap tap! Holding my skull as if I could somehow hold in all of the contents that threatened to be released with all of the tiny explosions going on under my eyelids, I began searching for the source of the noise. Making my way through the apartment we share, tripping over the coffee table, the couch, the refrigerator, and pretty much everything in my way, I sit down cross legged on the carpet in the middle of the living room cross my arms and pout. Tap tap!
"This isn't funny Drea!"
Tap tap! I stand up and make my way towards the kitchen where the sound seems to be coming from. I check underneath the table, no Drea. I search all of the cupboards. No Drea. I even look in the refrigerator. No Drea. The taping continues.
"If you were going to play hide and seek Drea, you could have been nice enough to tell me." What if it's not Drea? I let out a gasp. What if it's actually some homicidal psycho clown killing person from like Mars or something? I slowly back into the wall opening the nearest drawer and grabbing the biggest knife in reach. Shit! I can just see it in the papers 'Girl Killed in Game of Hide and Seek with Clown' This is it, this is how it ends. As I come to terms with the fact that I'm about to be eaten by a killer clown, the front door opens exposing none other than Drea herself. her face holds an expression of anxiousness, which quickly turns to confusion as she looks from me, to the knife, and then to the door. She stands there with her mouth agape until she suddenly rushes me, shoves the knife back in the drawer and then rushes me to the bathroom.
"Drea what's going on!?"
"No time to explain."
"Why are we in the bathroom?"
"Look at your hair!" And with that, I take a look at my appearance for the first time all day. My face is a sickly shade of pale, my hair is matted in places and damp with who knows what. Is that drool? Gross! My clothes are...well not my clothes.
"Drea I don't remem..."
"Of course you don't." And with that, I'm thrown head first into the shower. The sound of footsteps can be heard in the living room.
"Drea Who's in-?"
"I'll explain later." As Drea rushes into the living room, I begin to tame the tangled mess that had once been my hair. That is, until I remembered the clown. Oh no! I wrap a towel around myself and bolt for the living room.
"Drea don't go in there, the clown...!" My sentence was cut short as I realize that Drea's not the only person in the living room. OH MY G-O-S-H!!!! 5sos are in my living room!!!! Fangirling on the inside because that's who I am, I try to contain my squeal until I remember the circumstances.
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