When we meet the one

The help

*Beep* *Beep* My alarm went off for the first day of twelfth grade. it felt like yesterday school had ended.
"Ok, ok. SHUT UP!" I yelled at it. I opened my eyes and looked at my ceiling. I had my window covered with a black blanket so my room was even darker because the sun had not come up yet. It was 4:30 in the morning. I let a yawn escape my throat before i popped my knuckles and stretched my legs and arms to make them start moving. I sat up and pulled the cover off of myself. My feet hit the ground and i stumbled. I wasn't ready for this. My morning didn't go as planned either. I almost burned my back off when i got in the shower because the water was too hot, i forgot my towel in my room and had to make a naked run to my room which was freezing since I lived in the basement. I then had to run back to the bathroom for my clothes. Then i wasted about fifteen minutes trying to decide if a black tank top or a white tank top looked better under my gray zip up jacket from Victorias secret. I had grabbed the wrong jeans from my closet so i had to rummage back in and find my size 8 skinny jeans. I couldn't find matching socks for my converse and my hair didn't want to straighten for fifteen minutes. everything went fine on my makeup as i swept on my bare minerals but when i reached the point where i had to do my top eyeliner i was at the breaking point and it was only 5:30. one line was thicker than the other and i couldn't find a Qtip to fix it. I tried getting a wet paper towel but that just took off my eye shadow. finally i found a way to steady my hand and make the line perfect. By the time i was done deciding that i would use my sexiest fantasies perfume it was 5:45 and i still had an hour to waste. I turned on my phone and dialed my best friends number. It took three rings before Destiny picked up.
"Good morning boo." I said
"Morning love." Destiny said in a groggy voice.
"Did you just wake up?" I asked
"You woke me up."
"Oh sorry."
"Why are you up already anyways?"
"Be glad I am." I answered as my morning replayed in my head. "So are you wearing the outfit we planned?"I asked seriously.
"Yes , yes."
"Good. well I'll let you get ready. Call me when your moms outside this time please." Last year on the first day of eleventh grade destiny's mom came to get me like every morning and she forgot to call me so we were close to 30 minutes late. I fell backwards on my bed and opened my text messages. I had 13 messages to check. 10 from my only friends because destiny was still sleeping. the extra three of them were from Michael. We all had a deal to text good morning as soon as we woke up. I was always forgetful of this. This morning they had to make an exception though since I was up extra early. I started a group Chat and typed good morning. almost instantly I got 11 replies from everyone saying good morning. I typed in our routine for everyone to check and sent our schedule. we had the exact same schedule. I jumped as my phone started ringing loudly. it was a call from Michael.
"Good morning baby girl." he said. he knew calling me baby girl was my weakness.
"Good morning hun." I replied
"How did you sleep?" He asked
"Alright. you?"
"Same."
"Im sorry."
"Don't be. you look gorgeous."
"How do you know what I look like?" I turned around and looked up at my window. I hung up the phone and climbed on top of my bedside dresser. I pulled the blanket down and looked into Michael's smiling face. His brown eyes had a happy sparkle in them. I opened the window and I jumped down onto my floor. He climbed in the window and jumped down after me. He grabbed me from behind and kissed my neck. I turned around and hugged him and he kissed me. Michael and I had been dating for the past year and today happened to be our one year anniversary.
"Hey princess, I have something for you." He pulled out a box wrapped in gold which is my favorite color. I unwrapped it and opened it and looked at a gorgeous ring sparkling at me.
"Michael you didn't have to." I said breathless.
"But I love you." he replied kissing me again.