Imagines

Matt Smith

The loud chords of "What Makes You Beautiful" blare from my alarm clock.

I bolt upright and slam my hand down on the off button multiple times. If there is one thing that will get you out of bed, it is one direction squealing their pitiful lyrics.

I swing my legs over the bed and walk over to be dresser.

I first grab my floral jeans, then a flowing pink blouse to match.

I strip off my winnie the pooh pajamas, squeeze on the jeans and pull the blouse over my head.

I make my way to the bathroom, apply some make up and grab my purse. I head down the stairs to get breakfast before I go to work. I'm surprised to see my mom already awake and bustling around.

"Goodmorning!" My mom greets, a waif of pancakes reaches my nose.

I grin from ear to ear, "You made pancakes! What is the occasion?" I plop my purse on the chair and grab a box of orange juice from the refrigerator.

"Jamie, it's your birthday!" My mom exclaims.

"Wait...it is?" I look over at the magnetic calendar on the fridge. July 22nd. "How could I have forgotten?" I say.

My mom sighs and places a plate of pancakes on the table. "I'm telling you, it is that job of yours. You work non-stop honey, I don't think it is good for you." She wipes her hands on a dishcloth and sits across from me.

I take a bite out of my pancakes, "Delicious!"

"I'm glad you like it."

I continue to savor the taste of the pancakes.

"Jamie, I want you to take off today." My mom states.

I look up at her and my eyes widen, "Mom! I can't take off! This job is really important. If I just say that I can't come in at the last minute it will not look good whatsoever."

"I don't care if it won't look good. You need a break. Plus, I have plans for later today." My mom says, her hazel eyes twinkling.

I sigh, "Mom...I dunno...I just feel wrong about taking off."

"Honey, you have not missed a day since you started. You have been working continuously for over 3 months!" My mom says, "You know what, as your mother I am not going to let you go to work." She gets up from the table and picks up the phone. "What is VOLVO's number?"

"I'm 19 years old, you can't tell me what to do anymore." I say.

My mom stares daggers into my soul.

I grudgingly give her the number.

She proceeds to call and inform them that I would not be going to work today.

I slump in my chair and look at my mom annoyed.

She hangs up and sits down across from me, "If you feel the need to work you can always do the dishes for me."

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I sit in my room, sprawled out on my bed, reading a book and stuffing my face with a brownie when someone knocks on my door. "Come in!" I say between mouthfuls.

Well I was expecting to see my mom walk in , but no. It was my boyfriend, Matt.

Crap

I immediately straighten up and get off my bed, "You did not just see me stuff my face with a brownie!" Say feeling the heat come to my cheeks.