Wrong Number || On Hold ||

ch4

Cece's POV

MICHAEL IS GOING TO BE HERE TODAY!

I have to breath deeply to keep from yelling from happiness. Mikey will be here in less than 12 hours!

Once I actually accomplish making my bed i head right towards my closet.

Since I know I wont be sleeping, why not just get a head start on the day?

I decide on a black shirt that has Pizza Is My Bae written on it. A pair of jeans with holes in the knees, a white pair of vans, and a blue beanie. I take my clothes and hop into the shower before getting out and dressed.

I blow dry my now bright teal blue hair before straightening it. I put on a dark blue beanie to make my hair stand out even more. I do my makeup and brush my teeth before heading down the hall to the kitchen for food.

Cause lets face it, food is amazing.

I eat my toast before pulling on my hoodie and taking a walk outside.

I find it relaxing to just take a walk at random times in the day.

It was 5:27 in the morning, the sun wouldn't rise for a few hours and people are barely leaving for work or getting home from a night shift.

I cross paths with the occasional morning walker or jogger, continuing on my way after a friendly e
hello.

I finally make it back to my house at 5:51, a good 30 minute walk in the still dark sky. I sigh in content and flop on my couch, flipping on the tv.

I scrolled through the channels for a few minutes before deciding on Enews! I mean, who doesn't like celebrity gossip? I tune out when it starts talking about some Australian band coming home for awhile.

"You're up early." my mom states as she walks down her hall in her work uniform. "Woke up early, took a walk, turned on tv, tuned out, talking to you now." I say, giving her a bridge description of my morning so far.

"Ah, so, isn't that guy you've been talking to coming back today?" she asks, wiggling her eyebrows at me. "Yes he is, and no to whatever it is you were thinking." I say, narrowing my eyes playfully.

She raises her hands in defense. "You never know, could be future husband." she giggles. "Are you sure you aren't a 15 year old girl?" I ask her as I stroke my nonexistent beard.

She rolls her eyes playfully. "Oh hush child, I have years on you." she laughs. "And you also start work in 45 minutes." I say, looking at my phone for the time.

Her eyes widen slightly. "Right! I'll see you at dinner tonight, if not before. Love you, and have a good day." she says as she shoves on her shoes.

"Love you too, and ditto." I say, laughing as she trips on the carpet before leaving.

I decide to actually go finish cleaning my room since all I did earlier was make my bed.

I start by picking up all my dirty clothes and tossing them in the basket for them. Then folding and putting away clean ones.

Well that was at least half of the mess. I then pick up any trash and throw it away. Eventually I finish, and having found a few of my unpacked boxes from the move, I finished up by putting everything where it belonged. I hung posters, picture frames, my white board, my chalk board which is the funnest thing ever, my pin board, and calendar.

I quickly threw all my dirty clothes in the wash before taking out all the trash.

I look around at my now clean room. I grab my phone, 6:45, not bad.