The Werewolf in the Closet

The Werewolf In The Closet..18

Chapter Eighteen

Loren's POV

     I woke up to loud ass music. I groaned and tried to stuff the pillow over my head, but I could still hear the music.

7am, waking up in the morning

Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs

Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal

Seein' everything, the time is goin'

Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'

Gotta get down to the bus stop

Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)

Kickin' in the front seat

Sittin' in the back seat

Gotta make my mind up

Which seat can I take?

It's Friday, Friday

Gotta get down on Friday

Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend

Friday, Friday

Gettin' down on Friday

Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend

Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)

Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)

Fun, fun, fun, fun

Lookin' forward to the weekend

I threw the pillow off of me, and sat up, rubbing my eyes.

7:45, we're drivin' on the highway

Cruisin' so fast, I want time to fly

Fun, fun, think about fun

You know what it is

I got this, you got this

My friend is by my right

I got this, you got this

Now you know it

Kickin' in the front seat

Sittin' in the back seat

Gotta make my mind up

Which seat can I take?

     "How about you take no seat, and turn down the music?" I yelled. I don't know what happened just then, but the music was turned off. I rubbed my eyes again, and my eyes widened.

     Ady had a brush in her hand, using it as a microphone, and her mouth was wide open. "Um, did I wake you?" she asked, softly. I threw the covers off of me, and stood up, stretching.

     "Nah, I was already awake."

     Ady smiled and shrugged. I yawned. "Why were you listening to that song, anyway?"

     "Because I'm the bomb!" she pumped her fist, and turned back on the music. It was a different song at least.

I roll up

I roll up

I roll up

Shawty I roll up

I roll up

I roll up

I roll up

     I shook my head as Ady started to dance like a crazy person.