"Hey, Mia... WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Michael screams in my ear, causing me to immediately drift away from my pleasant dream into reality.
I glared at Michael, who hovered over me with a smirk. "You're a dead man, Clifford," I grumbled.
"We've got a lot to do today, and it would seem to be rude if we left you behind," he smiled innocently at me.
"Oh really? DID YOU KNOW THAT IT'S ALSO RUDE WAKING SOMEONE UP BY SCREAMING IN THEIR FUCKING EAR?!" I yell, placing my hands on his shoulders in an attempt to push him away. He didn't budge.
"What's all this screaming going on in there?!" Ashton suddenly shouts from outside the room. "You better not be fucking in there!"
"Shut up, Ash," I groaned.
The door opens to reveal a gaping Ashton. "Aha! I knew it, you are fucking each other!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Michael asked, puzzled.
"You're on top of her!" Ashton shrieked.
"So? I'm just on top of her, do you think we'd really have sex?" Michael laughs, shaking his head as he crawled off of me. "You blow things out of proportion, man."
I sat up, rolling my eyes. "I deserve an award for dealing with all this shit."
"Get dressed! We're going snowboarding!" Ashton exclaims.
"Hold your horses, Daddy," I huffed, getting out of the bed at a slow pace. "I just woke up."
"The boys and I will be getting some breakfast in the lobby, since you take a hella long time to get ready," Michael said, walking out the door.
I shrug and closed the door. I pulled a pair of navy blue pants and a matching long-sleeved and changed into it. I put on a pair of UGG boots and combed my hair so I didn't look like a lunatic.
I brushed my teeth and made sure to put on a coat before leaving the cabin, prepared for the outside weather. The boys were already gone, leaving me to walk to the lobby alone.
I tried remembering where the lobby was and how to get there, considering our cabin was quite far from the location.
The boys seriously couldn't wait ten minutes for me to get ready? Damn. And they say I'm impatient.
"What the hell?" I mutter to myself as I passed the same tree I walked by a few minutes ago.
Fuck, I think I'm lost. And there isn't a person in sight. I'm doomed. I'm dead. Might as well write my will now, because I'm gonna die in this freezing temperature. But if I live through this, I'm gonna kill the boys for leaving me out here alone, assuming I'd find my way easily.
I whistled a tune, trying not to think about the knot in my stomach. I gulped, becoming anxious. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm lost.
I wanted to scream but I made no sound. I wanted to cry, because as I looked around there wasn't a cabin in sight and it began to snow heavily.
Well, this escalated quickly.
I bent down, putting my hands against the icy ground. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling a panic attack coming on. My breathing started to deteriorate as my heart beat at a faster pace. I tried to calm myself down by singing a song in my head.
"She looks so perfect standing there," I find myself mumbling, "in my American Apparel underwear..."
"Mia?"
I look up and see Michael standing there, a relief yet concerned look on his face. He bent down to my level. "Are you okay? You look like you're having a panic attack."
