Accidentally Aspen

Her/My/Our Name

Aspen A.'s P.O.V.

A loud buzzing awoke me. Gosh, is there like a bee in my room or something? I rolled over in my bed, dragging the covers along with me. My hand reached out, blindly patting the air, before eventually making contact with the snooze button on my alarm clock. I slowly sat up, silently cursing myself for leaving the curtains open before I went to sleep last night. The sun was streaming through the wide windows, directly shining in my face. I rubbed my eyes before finally getting up.

Wandering around my apartment was an early morning ritual I developed when I first moved in here. It was due to the fact that during my first week, my neighbor had this orange tabby that never failed to sneak into my home in the morning. I had to chase it around everywhere, and every now and then I would check my whole apartment just to make sure it isn't hiding around behind the furniture.

There was nothing special about my place, really. I just moved in a couple months ago, and I never really found it in me to spice up the little expanse of space. I kept telling myself I'd do it later, but let's be honest here. When I say 'later', I actually mean 'never'. Framed photos of Adeline were the only ones giving color to the pale, drab white brick walls. I walked up to one which showed her holding up a glass of root beer, displaying her pearly white teeth to the camera. It was getting slightly crooked and leaned a bit to the right so I straightened it up but before I walked away, I caressed Adeline's photographed cheek and whispered a "Good Morning".

After heading into the bathroom, I proceeded with my everyday morning routine, but I made sure to take my sweet time since that particular Friday was an extra special day. That day, I had my interview with NYU. It had always been a dream of mine to get into the university, mainly because Adeline never failed to remind me that getting into NYU would be the first step to making our dreams come true.

Outside, I heard a rooster crow. I had no idea where it came from, and I have no idea where it goes, but every 6 in the morning, it's always there to cock-a-doodle-doo its heart out. I took that as a sign that the day was about to begin, which resulted in me going on a 5-second journey to the kitchen. The sink was filled to the brim with 3 day's worth of unwashed dishes, and I began to fear that rats would soon infest my home. I opened the fridge only to be greeted by box after box of leftover pizza. No matter how delicious the baked meaty goodness may be, it could get a bit tedious if your cousin owns a pizza shop and delivers you three boxes of it every week. My whole everyday meal has always been consist of vegan meatlover's pizzas (yes, it does exist) and black coffee. Speaking of which...I closed the fridge and shuffled over to the coffee maker. Just as I was about to plug it in, the lights began flickering and pretty soon they all went out. "That's the third time this week. Damn that cheap wiring." I muttered. "Now there's no freaking breakfast."

I dropped the plug and let out a sigh. My flip flop-clad feet walked out of the kitchen, my stomach already grumbling its protests. I grabbed my grey pullover and messenger bag from the coat hanger and slammed the door shut behind me. There wasn't time for any pleasantries or apologies to the door, I was almost late. I flew down the stairs like Spider Man (yes, I believe Spider Man flies) and headed to the lobby.

"The power's out again, Cindy!" I hollered to the receptionist as I passed by her.

She rolled her eyes at me, holding up her phone. "You don't think I know that, Andrews? I can't even open up Twitter! Can you believe that?"

A frown made its way to my face. "Oh yeah, we have to get the power up immediately. Your poor followers won't be able to see your latest duck face selfie! Never mind that I haven't had breakfast, or some old bloke can't finish his office work somewhere upstairs. Your social media life is always the main priority." I drawled out in my most sarcastic tone.