R U Mine? | J.J.

cinco

i go crazy 'cause here isn't where i wanna be

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skip to wednesday

rose's pov

wednesday, january 8, 2014 6:05 a.m.

my alarm started ringing at six in the morning. i just wanted to sleep forever, but i knew i couldn't.

i let out a yawn and stretch my body, get out off bed and head to my bathroom.

i get in the shower, shaved my legs and washed my hair.

i get out and head to my room to put my underwear on until i decided on an outfit.

i was looking on my closet for the best outfit. need to make a big first impression, right?

so i decided on some light ripped skinny jeans and rolled the bottom of my jeans until it reached my ankle with a black boyfriend shirt, a flannel around my waist and put on my black healed ankle boots.

i look myself in the mirror and damn i looked hot.

i'm kidding i looked like shit, but i don't care.

now for my hair. there's not really anything to do with my hair since i decided to cut it and now its shoulder length. so i just straighten it.

i put  minimal makeup and head downstairs for breakfast.

"good morning!" i say way to happy.

i don't even know why i am this happy.

"good morning, rose. where's your brother?" my dad asked.

"he is probably still sleeping. can you wake him up?" my mom said.

"sure." i said smirking.

i walk up to luke's bedroom and see him still sleeping.

"luke, wake up!" i said shaking him a bit and he still didn't wake up.

"lukeeeeeeee." i yelled. still not waking up.

"lukeyyyy boyyyy!" nah still sleeping.

i swear this boy could sleep through anything. an idea came to my mind. i ran to his bathroom and fill up his toothbrush cup with cold water.

i slowly sneak to his side and dump all the cold water in his face.

"what the fuck!?" he screamed and looked at me with a death glare.

i smiled at him and ran out of his room before he could do anything.

i run downstairs and see my parents drinking their coffee.

"did he woke up?" mom asked me.

"yeah he did."

"here's your breakfast." my dad said handing me a box of cereal with milk.

and i give him the 'wtf' look.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding" he says chuckling.

my dad tries to be a jokester but it doesn't soothe him.

"this is your real breakfast." he said handing me some chocolate chip pancakes with bacon. yum.

"thanks." i said and began eating my breakfast.

just as i was about to finish luke came down the stairs wearing some jeans with a white shirt and black vans.

"morning." he muttered. he was obviously still tired. nobody told him to play gta5 until three in the morning.