How it All Started (A One Direction fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Brookeeeeee, Brookeeeeeeeee

I hear, still sleeping peacefully. I'm in that point of sleeping where I can't tell wether the noise I hear is a dream or real life. Considering how tired I am, I decide to let it be a dream. I could use another hour or two to sleep.

"BROOKE WAKE UP OR I WILL DUMP THIS WATER ALL OVER YOUR HEAD" I hear a very loud Christine yell, which immediately wakes me up.

"I'm awake I'm awake I'm awake!!!!" I yell very clearly because the last thing I want is water all over my head. Then it comes to me: why the hell does she need to wake me up this way?

"You need to get ready it's already 8 and Eleanor's picking you up at 9." She spit out.

Thank God she just told me that because there's no way I ever would have woken up without her. Come to think of it, all I really need to do is eat and get dressed so I have plenty of time.

"Can you make breakfast? Pleaseeeeee?" I say with a puppy dog face while batting my eyelashes.

"What do you want." She grumbled, obviously not wanting to have to cook for me.

"Pancakes would be nice. And chocolate milk." I said happily to try to put her in a better mood.

"Okay that's not too bad. Ill make the food while you get dressed, kay?" She asked.

"Sounds good" I said while dragging myself out of my sheets. I don't have to take a shower because I took one last night, so this should be quick.

I walk into the bathroom that I have all to myself, and start getting ready.

I tie my hair up in a messy bun to get the hair out of my face while I brush my teeth and wash my face. Feeling the cool water against my skin wakes me up faster than anything else could have, even Christine.

I dry my face and make my way over to my closet, where I have to decide what to wear. Since we'll be camping,

I decide on a pair of comfy high-waisted shorts and a tribal print muscle tee. That's probably the most fashionable ill ever be, only because I want to look semi-decent in front of the other boys and El who always dresses cute.

I take the clothes into the bathroom and slip them on as fast as I can. I put my hair in a high ponytail and start on makeup. I just want something to make me not look dead, so I go light with only tinted moisturizer, eyeliner, and mascara. Well, and Chapstick so my lips don't burn but I don't really count that.

Once I'm done I do a once over in the full length mirror on the back of my door. My high-waisted shorts with the muscle tee tucked in makes my legs look fairly long. Wow, I look pretty good. Hopefully I'm not overdressed or anything. I step into my white converse and head downstairs.

"I'm ready, is my breakfast?" I ask while checking the clock on my phone, it's 8:45.

"Yeah, here you go. Now what do you say?" She asks like a parent would to a child who just received a gift.

"Thank you miss Christine." I say in a mocking, baby tone.

"You're welcome. Now eat." She demands to me.

I scarf the food down in a matter or maybe five minutes. It's not hard, the pancakes are so fluffy and delicious. It's a shame I can't even enjoy it like I should because of the rush I'm in.

I don't even bother telling Christine it was good, I think she can already tell by how fast I ate it.

I run upstairs to grab the duffle bag I made last night. I look around my room and bathroom just to check if I missed anything, and I didn't.