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I woke up the next morning with my arms sprawled out across the California king bed, I got when my first million rolled through about a year ago. Demi says I only got because of Rihanna but I say I got it because it was comfortable as fuck.
The sun was gleaming through my window, being a total pervert..
Ha ha, see what I did there? Anyways...
I kicked the covers off of my legs and headed straight to the bathroom to piss. I looked around my bathroom in silence, I seriously need to spice this room up a little bit. That gives me and Demi something today. I finished pissing and went to turn on my iPod dock, to start brushing my teeth. See what I do is listen to about 3 songs while brushing my teeth, it works pretty well seeing as my teeth are pretty white.
I went to my closet and decided on a pair of high waisted jean shorts, and my 'cray' muscle tee. (outfit link in the left)
"I look pretty damn sexy." I whispered.
"No, you're an ugly piece of shit."
I jump at the sound of the voice, but then smile ear to ear. I know that fucking annoying voice. Demi ran through the bedroom door with her arms out and I jumped on her. My legs around her waist and her arms holding me below my ass.
"I missed you Cole. Oh my god, if feels like its been months, "she cries
"Dem, please, it's been like 2 weeks. Chill out." I laugh, giving her a weird look.
"I missed you. But I missed Mr.Snuggle Wuggle more though," she coos, picking up the stuffed pure white bear that we adopted from Build-A-Bear a few months back, and patting down his cute little quiff that sticks up on the top of his head.
We bought the bear when she was leaving to Africa for a few weeks and I was going to be in Florida. I cried because I didn't want her to leave me. She though that if we bought the bear it would help me 'get through my feelings' as Demi would like to call it. I just call it me being a emotional piece of shit on my period. But whatever.
"I'm hurt." I furrow my eyebrows and poke my bottom lip out to exaggerate my feelings.
I turn on the curling rod and put it on 350 degrees to start curling my dark brown hair. I look over at Demi who is just sitting on the bed watching me, silently with the bear in her hands. What a weirdo. After curling my hair and burning myself 50 times with the damn iron, I unplug the plug. I walk over to my bed and grab Demi's hand pulling her up.
"Come on let's go downstairs. Was Stacey cooking when you went came in? I'm fucking starving." I say.
"Nope, she was on the phone. Something about Backstreet boys.. I don't really kn-"
"You're lying. Are you serious? Are you fucking serious? No, oh my god. Are they coming to the release party?" I yell interrupting Demi as she looks at me surprised by my outburst, running down the stairs to the kitchen where Stacey was standing at the island table.
She puts her index finger to her lip to signal me to shut up.
Fuck you Stacey, I'm excited.
I can't keep still as she continues the phone call and Demi's just staring at me like I grew 5 heads out of my neck.
"Crazy bitch.." Demi whispers.
"I heard that, fuck you." I say and nearly trip over my own feet as Stacey pushes me.
'What did I tell you.' She mouthed.
