Bucket List

Number 7.

June 22nd

I opened my eyes, and let out a loud yawn. I sat up, and rubbed my eyes. I grabbed my phone and switched it on. 10:30. Gosh, I only got 7 hours of sleep.

I laid back down and closed my eyes. Suddenly I bolted up, my eyes snapping open. Sammi! I gasped, and jumped off my bed.

Crap, dammit, I was in so much trouble. I was late picking up Sammi because I went to bed at 3 in the morning. I wasn't even dressed yet!

I threw on a black, off the shoulder tee, and dark blue denim shorts. I pulled my hair into a pony tail, and grabbed my phone. I ran downstairs, and shoved on my socks while hopping to the kitchen. Mum was sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping her coffee.

"Whoa, slow down before you hurt yourself, sweetie. What's wrong?" She asked. I grabbed a the coffee pot and poured it into a mug.

"I woke up late, and I was supposed to pick Sammi up at 10," I said, and ran out of the kitchen. I pulled on my converse, and grabbed my phone. I was about to leave when Mum called me back.

"Keys, El!" She called. I ran back into the kitchen, and noticed my keys on the counter. I grabbed them and my coffee and pecked her cheek.

"Love you," I said, and ran back to the door.

"Love you too! I'm coming hone around 2 today!" She called, but I was already out the door I looked at my watch. 10:40. I shoved been there 40 minutes ago. I hopped in my car and backed out of the driveway.

I sped to the hospital, probably breaking a few laws. I ignored my phone, which had buzzed from a text. I pulled up into the parking lot and raced inside. I rode up in the elevator, which was extremely slow, and hurried to Sammi's room.

She was sitting in her wheelchair, a black bandana on, matching her black and white checked shirt, and black jeans. It looked like she'd been sitting there for a while.

"I'm so sorry! I barley got any sleep last night and I woke up late," I exclaimed, already pushing her out the door. I didn't want the boys to already be there before us. That'd be horrid.

"It's okay, El. And why didn't you get any sleep? You always go to bed early," She laughed. I pushed her out of the hospital, and towards my Bug. I helped her into the passenger seat and put her wheelchair in the back. I climbed in the drivers seat and started the engine.

"Liam and I were texting until 3 last night." I replied without thinking. I slapped a hand over my mouth, knowing how she'd make a big deal about this.

"Oh my gosh! That's so cute! There's no doubt that you like him now!" She beamed. I groaned, and turned down the radio. I glanced at her, then looked back at the road.

"Fine, I like him. Happy? And you're not so innocent yourself. I know how much you're in love with that Irish man." I huffed. She laughed loudly.

"Duh! He's gorgeous, funny, sweet, and I just love him for him. Now, spill it. What do you like about Mr. Payne?"

"Well, first of all, we have a lot in common. We both love the Grudge, the colour red, and Toy Story. He's really caring, about the other boys and us. He's really funny, smart, and a lot like me," I laughed, and pulled into my driveway. Mum was gone, and the boys weren't here.

I helped Sammi into her wheelchair and into my flat. I helped her upstairs, and trapped the paint buckets. I covered my bed and dressed with some white paper, and put my phone in my iHome. I turned on my music, and opened a can of blue paint.

"Let's get started," I grinned, sticking my hands in the paint. Sammi stuck her hands in the green paint and I stuck my hands to my wall. I pulled them back, and saw two smallish sized blur hand prints.