Mikes POV.
I wake up to Nancy screaming at me. Nancy Wheeler. My sister. I love her, but she is a stone cold bitch.
"Whatever,, whatever,,," I mumble, rubbing my eyes.
"Mike if you want to go on time, GET. UP." She says, a vein literally popping from her forehead.
"I will, jesus." I sit up, stretching.
"What time is it,,?" I ask, wanting to know why Nancy thought it was such an urgent time to wake me up from my nice drea—
"8:56." Nancy says in a monotone voice.
"SHIT." I shout, panicking. I immediately get up and look through my pile of dirty clothes.
"LEAVE SO I CAN GET CHANGED." I tell Nancy, and she does as asked silently.
I grab some clothes that deffo look like tourist clothes.
"Eww.. perfect." I smile, running out of my room.
I run downstairs and grab a piece of toast.
"Micheal. You're late." My mom scolds. Karen Wheeler. Shes a beautiful woman. Thats probably why my Dad married her. And she only married my Dad for money. *That* I am certain of.
"I know, I know." I say, shoving the toast into my mouth.
Nancy just stands there with her arms crossed, staring holes into the back of my head.
"Is that all you're gonna eat? Go brush your teeth. Go brush your hair."
I love my mom, but she needs to give me time to do one thing at a time.
"Okay— okay." I say, feeling confused as of which to do first. I mean,, I guess I'll brush my hair first?
I walk over to the bathroom and grab the hairbrush from the cupboard under the sink. I brush my hair, making the curls at the end bounce.
That alone makes me happy.
I start thinking about how I want the day to go.
I'll go to the airport,, go see El. And Will. Hug and kiss Will— I mean El. El. El.
El is my girlfriend. Who I L-word very much.
And Will is my best friend. Who I like. Only like.
NOT IN A ROMANTIC WAY.
He is just a friend.
I sigh and put the hairbrush down, grabbing my toothbrush and squeezing the toothpaste on.
I finish brushing my teeth and walk back to the kitchen.
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I grab more toast and walk towards Nance.
"I'm done." I tell her, confidently.
"Alri— Mike, what are you wearing..?" She says, a very clear tone of disappointment in her voice.
"I may look lame as fuck, but Will will think its funny. And so will El" I explain.
"Right. And which one do you love again?" She asks, tilting her head.
"El. Obviously. Duh." I say, my eyes darting everywhere but at Nancy.
"Mm." She hums. I know she doesn't belive me.
But its true.
Right?
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We walk outside after I say goodbye to Holly, and our parents and get into Nancy's car.
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A/an: i am #1 mike wheeler defender.
