I'm making up scenarios of what my dress will look like when she finishes it, but instead of awe, their faces twist in horror. They'll ask me where I got it, and when I say "my mum," their eyes will fill with judgment and disgust.
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"Beth! If you don't get out of bed in two minutes, I'm literally going to crush you", my little sister's voice echoes loudly through my room, brutally waking me up. I cover my head with my pillow, trying to shield my ears from her voice.
"Do you really have to yell every single morning?", I let out a muffled groan and I swear I hear a smile in her voice as she answers.
"Yes, you idiot, it's the only thing that works on you".
I throw my pillow at her blindly and Laurie scoffs. I open one eye, my sight adjusting to the bright light coming through my window and sigh. "Will you help me?", I ask in desperation before extending my arms to her and she pulls me up in no time.
"God, you really need to fix your sleep schedule. What do you even do awake all night?", she asks and I look at her for a second.
Laurie is the youngest out of the three of us and the family jewel. You'd expect her to be spoiled, since the entire family treated her like an actual princess when she was a kid, but she turned out to be the most precious, kind hearted sibling. She's got dad's blonde hair but it's straight like mum's and she's the one out of the three of us who looks like her the most. I can't even wrap my head around the fact that she's just woken up yet looks almost angelic with her soft, freshly woken up face and her little smile. She's also already dressed in white jeans and a green top, matching with her eyes.
"I was reading", I tell her quickly, feeling the guilt building inside me since that's a lie. Well, half lie since I did read a little, until I fell asleep and my recurring nightmare came back. I can't let her know it's happening again, she'll probably volunteer to stay up all night with me so I won't feel alone and I can't let her do that.
"Yeah, right", she frowns unconvinced. "You said you were on a reader's block last week".
"Well, yeah, but I'm trying to get over it", I yawn before heading towards my closet, feeling somewhat dizzy from standing up so quickly. "Is El up yet?".
"Yeah, she woke up first. She's giving us a lift", she says but her last words are drowned out due to a sudden loud noise. "Oh. It's him again", she observes and the two of us share a look before running towards my window.
"Who even is he?", I ask in annoyance as the sound of Coyote Shivers' Sugarhigh makes the glass on my window vibrate. Ever since we came back, this guy has been one hell of a neighbour. He puts on his music as loud as humanly possible and it's mostly during my studying hours. Our windows are extremely close so I can pretty much hear whatever he's doing and what he listens to.
The thing, however, is I've never actually seen him. In those two months I've been here, the blinds on his window have always been shut, creating this mystery for me and my sisters. My favourite theory was Eleanor's, which claims he's an actual, living vampire. She based it off the permanently shut blinds but other than that, there's no actual evidence. We even placed a bet on when he's going to open up the blinds. It's ridiculous but oddly entertaining.
"I don't know but dad says he's okay", Laurie mumbles next to me and both of us stare at his window invested, waiting for something to happen.
"All because he saw him a month ago and they exchanged a simple hi? Please", I roll my eyes before a thought occurs to me. "What if he's like Quasimodo?".
"What? Pure-hearted?", Laurie asks in an innocent manner and I shake my head.
"No", I mumble, feeling my heart tighten as I quietly add, "Alone". Laurie considers it for a second, her eyes lingering on the neighbor's window before she lets out a scoff.
