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Oh-So Sweet Mornings

Oh-So Sweet Mornings 

Aer 

Good morning peasants!!! 

I'm sorry I haven't been on for a while since my overly annoying flatmate — Dan — was a little bit more obnoxious than usual a few days back. He wouldn't get off the computer and a few hours later he complains about how no one wants to talk to him! Michael says I should just leave him be but he says that stupid piece of advice every time I tell him something bad about Dan. I'm starting to question if Michael fancies Dan... hm, I'll have to consider that. 

"AER! Come on, it's time for breakfast!" Phil screamed after me. 

Gotta go guys, I'll update some stuff about Cat later today. But — for now — I've gotta go. BYE!!! 

"HEY AER! Dan's hungry!" Phil hollered once more. I rolled my eyes, before shrieking back, "Then let him starve!" I can hear my ebony-eyed friend child chuckle at my statement while Dan gave him a light blow to the back of his head. "Ow." Phil whimpered. Rolling off of my seat, I groggily walked over to my closet, pulling out my outfit for the day. (on the side)

     I let my hair hang loosely from a ponytail and pulled on a few wristbands from my favorite people; BOTDF, A Static Lullaby, My Chemical Romance, Muse, Paramore and — of course — AmazingPhil. I pulled my bedroom door open, leaving the massive room filled with posters, working my way down the hall slowly. Finally, I made it to the kitchen, seeing Dan eating cereal. Of course, the little jerk can't wait. He looked up and immediately sent me a disgusted look automatically before turning back to the cereal bowl on the breakfast bar. "Cereal?" Phil came up behind me, making jump a bit but soon stole the bowl from his grasp.

     "Morning, Phil," I smiled at him warmly. "Morning, Aer," he copied my American accent. I turned to Dan, greeting him a sour "good morning" as well. 

"Twat." I bowed my head a bit. "C**t." he replied. We smiled at each other sarcastically, as I plopped down on the seat opposite from him. Phil blew out an exasperated sigh. "Will you guys ever get along?" he groaned, shoveling a hand through his hair. "Nope," me and Dan said in unison, scooping cereal up to our mouths and chewing. After swallowing, I changed the subject.

   "Where's Courtny?" I asked Phil. You see, Courtny was Phil's girlfriend, they made their relationship public a couple of months ago. Yeah... I don't particularly like her. She has her nose in everybody's business. She comes to my room every time she notices I'm not in the living room with the others if — for example — they're having a movie night. She usually goes over to her friend's house if she's not clinging onto Phil every second of every day. "She's still asleep." Phil smiled down at his soaking cereal, which made me want to barf. I've known Phil for a long time and he can get really cheesy when he's in a relationship. Dropping my spoon into my bowl, I moaned, "And she gets to sleep in a warm, cozy bed while I'm eating breakfast with him." I flailed my left arm in Dan's direction. He didn't seem to mind since I can tell he agrees with my over 100 percent. 

"Would you rather have Dan starve to death?" Phil smirked. "Yes, yes I would. If you remember our screaming conversation that occurred precisely twelve minutes ago." I reminded him, holding a finger on my chin and slowly tapping it. "God... why can't my best girl friend get along with my best guy friend?" "You're making it sound like it's a question." I said.

          "Well it's got to happen someday if I keep saying it."

     "Well, Philip, you've been saying it for the past three years and I'm not really seeing any progress."