Starbucks Dance-Off

Chapter 1: "IT'S THE GHOST OF THE SLOTHS I TELL YOU."

~Eponine's P.O.V~

"EPP, GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP," Well good morning to you, too, Holly.

"GET YOUR ASS UP OR I WILL THROW AWAY YOUR NUTELLA."

"You wouldn't risk your life like that, Holly," I challenge, not moving an inch.

"Oh, but I would," she replies. Opening my eyes, I see her bright blue ones staring right back at me.

Since when can she float? Oh, right she's lying on top of me.

I swiftly throw her off of me, tossing my red-velvet colored hair over my shoulder in accomplishment.

"That's what you get." I sing, prancing to the bathroom like a boss.

Being the expert non-clumsy person I am, I slip on.... Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

IT'S THE GHOST OF THE SLOTHS I TELL YOU.

THEY'RE ANGRY WE EXPLOITED THEIR CHILDREN.

At least they enjoyed it.

When I finally get to the bathroom, I lock the door, learning from past experiences, and strip off my clothes like the stripper I am.

I'm not going into detail about my shower, you dirty minded bastards.

Stepping out of the shower, the freezing cold air hits me like a knife.

It's like, bitch, the shower's warm, why aren't you?

I wrap a big, fluffy towel around me and make a mad dash to my closet.

After picking out a matching bra and underwear, because you know you always feel so much better when they match, I pick out my outfit.

A sleeveless mint green, button-up blouse with a black Peter-pan collar and a black tank top underneath. I pair it with a black pencil skirt and tuck in the blouse. Of course I need my mint green Toms to make the outfit.

I walk to the kitchen where I see....

Slenderman.

J.k. It's just Holly stuffing her face.

I swear, she's a black hole. She eat the world, and never gains any weight.

Though I do eat just as much as her, I have to work out for, like, three hours to make sure I can fit through the door.

"Hey, Eppy, wanna go to the shops later?" She asks through a mouth full of cereal.

Well, that's attractive.

Ignoring the colorful words I was saying in my mind, I respond with a nod.

"Well then get your ass in the car." She urges.

"Hell no. I haven't eaten yet!" I squeal.

"Come on." She mumbles, pulling me to the car.

"NO. DON'T TAKE ME FROM MY PRECIOUS FOOD. HELP, I'M BEING KIDNAPPED. RAPE. RA-," I get cut off my something warm and moist being put over my mouth.

"IT'S OKAY, EVERYONE. SHE LIKES THIS." Okay, this is getting old.

I lick her hand, causing her to pull her hand off of my mouth, mumbling something about how she hates when they struggle. I quickly run to the car...

Only to run into the car door.

I hear laughing behind, but ignore it while I get into the car. Holly gets in soon after.

"Can we just go now?" I mumble.

"You have to admit, that was highlarous."

"Is this amusing? IS MY PAIN AMUSING?!? Well, fuck you." I respond, turning to look out the window. This only causes her to laugh harder.

Sighing, I put my artificial red hair up into a messy bun.

"Do you want to pick where we go?" She sacrifices.

Mwahahaha.

"PACSUN." I scream at the top of my lungs.

Oh, how I love that store.

It's great really.

"Ugh. Fine." She half whines, half surrenders.

*4 hours, 13 shops, and 27 shopping bags later*

"LET'S GO TO THE CAR." I shout.

"OKAY." Holly screams back.

Scream. 

Shout.

Scream and shout.

And let it all out.

You are now.

Rocking with

Will.i.am.

"AND BRITTANY, BITCH." I shout without realizing it. Hehe. Shout.

While Holly just giggles to herself, others stare at me like I'm crazy.

I'm not, I swear.

My mom had me tested.

J.k. My mom didn't have me tested.

Recently.

"LETS GO TO STARBUCKS." I suggest, rather loudly.

"Okay," Holly, why do you speak in a normal voice when being loud is so much better, "lets put these in the car."

After we put the bags in the car, we start walking to Starbucks. Or, prancing like a majestical deer in my case.

"OOOH, I KNOW WHAT WE CAN DO!" I exclaim rather loudly, again.

I pull out my white iPhone and start playing Wings by Little Mix, and start to attempt the dance moves they do in the music video.

"Why are you dancing?" She asks absolutely clueless.

"YOLO." I yell as if it were the answer to everything.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Ermahgerd, procrastinators central up in here.

IM SORRY. IM A LAZY ASS.

IM SORRY.

So, Krissy put me on a schedule because I was procrastinating.

Fjsgbcjjczjmcgk okay.

~Haley