I abruptly woke up to the sound of the damn alarm. I barely opened my eyes a few seconds ago and I'm already pissed off. It was Saturday, and I somehow had an alarm clock set for 6 A.M. What was I thinking last night? Was I trying to be productive the next day? Or was it accidental?
I groaned and yawned, turning to lie on my other side. The sunlight beamed in through the curtains of my large windows. I tried covering myself with the sheets, but I realized it was useless as I was just overheating under them.
I stood up groggily, walking over to the window to close the curtains to get the sun out of my eyes.
God I fucking hate summer.
I managed to close the blinds without flipping my whole room upside down with my morning clumsiness, and I happily went back to sleep.
***
A few hours later
I lazily turned to lie on my back as my eyes fluttered open. I looked around my plain, white room. My thoughts were flooded once again with the thought of redecorating my room, redoing it. It was very plain... and boring. And boring isn't my style. At all.
These boring mornings make me wanna stay in bed all day. But, today, something kept me motivated to get out of bed. To get ready.
The race...
I went to the bathroom, and stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess. My eyes... they're unique. But do I like them? Not really. It's not fun having a blue and brown eye. Something about it throws me off.
I showered, and got dressed. I went out to get something for dinner, so I don't have to later. I walked down the streets, listening into people's conversations. It's a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine, listening to people's conversations and commenting on them. In my thoughts of course.
My eyes narrowed as I noticed a white haired girl walking along with her friend. I might've kept my eyes too long on her, but it's not like you see perfect white hair everyday. It was mesmerizing.
We caught eye contact for a second, and I didn't hesitate to keep it... but she quickly looked away to her friend. Sad.
I thought they were just random passerby's... until I overheard their conversation.
- You goin' to be at the race tonight or nah? - The girl next to the white haired beauty asked.
- Maybe, if I feel like it. - She responded.
I realized, that they knew about that race. As much as my gut told me to go and speak to them, I held the urge back, going to the shop.
My lazy ass didn't feel like making anything special for dinner so I just bought some frozen pizza. I love pizza... Plus, I suck ass at actual cooking.
I went back home, and tried to read the back of the pizza box to see how to prepare it. Three easy steps. Put it in the oven, use 220°C heat and wait 20 minutes.
***
20 minutes later.
God fucking dammit. I fucking fucked it up. Was my first thought as I opened the oven, seeing all the smoke come out. It almost hit my handsome face too.
Well, fuck. I guess I have to order something.
I slammed the oven door shut, and went to the living room to grab my phone and call for some take-out.
***
It was now 8PM, an hour before the race. I couldn't help but look forward to my favorite rider, Angel Dust. She was an amazing rider, she had an amazing bike, amazing skills... God, she's just perfect! But, she hadn't participated in the last race, and it overall made me slightly bummed out.
Because of that, I had low hopes of her being in this race. But, maybe, just maybe she'd appear. I wish she does appear, though.
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