When I woke up, I literally felt like I was melting. I was still under my bed sheets and it was boiling in my room. The air conditioning in our house was on but it didn't cool down my room very well. I threw the sheets off and felt a wave of cooler air wash over me. I let out a sigh of relief and stretched. I looked at the time. It was 2am. Damn. I guess that's what happens when you fall asleep around 6pm, oh well. I sat up and noticed my laptop was still open beside me and my music had stopped. I stood up and walked into my bathroom to look in the mirror. I saw what I expected. My face was still a bit red and puffy looking because of my crying. I rinsed off my face and left the bathroom to sit on my bed again. I grabbed my laptop and checked twitter. I had a small account with only around 930 followers, but I was happy with them. They were mostly janoskianators and they were very caring. I checked my mentions. I had two, one was asking for a follow back and the other was saying how they love my tweets. I smiled and retweeted the second one. I followed the person responsible for the first mention. I also had a few favourites and a retweet on my last tweet about how excited I was to go back to Melbourne. I scrolled through my timeline for a while until I got tired again at 7am. I quickly checked to see if the boys tweeted anything. James had tweeted about loving all of their fans, so I retweeted and favourited it. It was hard living in Canada because the time difference with Melbourne was 14 hours. When I woke up the boys were going to bed, and when I was going to bed the boys were waking up. I closed my laptop and laid back down on my bed, except this time I decided not to bury myself in my sheets. I shut my eyes and thought about Melbourne. I was leaving in two days, technically one because it was already 7am of the first day. I wanted to dream about meeting the Janoskians in Melbourne, especially Skip. I eventually drifted to sleep.
"Get off your lazy butt, Mari!" My mom said through my closed bedroom door, "It's almost 1pm! Your day has been wasted sleeping!"
I groaned, I didn't want to get up, I was comfortable. "It hasn't been wasted, I'm enjoying myself." I had temporarily forgot about yesterday and my fight with my mom.
"Well, I'm coming in, Mari. You better be dressed!" She opened the door slowly to make sure I wouldn't protest. I opened my eyes to look at her. I then looked down at myself. I was still in jeans, how did I fall asleep like that? I stared at my mom for a minute, but she wasn't saying anything. She just looked right back at me.
"What?" I finally asked.
"Mari, why don't you like Jack?" She quickly questioned me.
I shook my head and put my hands on my face. I wiped my face like I was wiping off my tiredness. "I do like Jack. I never said I didn't. I just-"
"You don't hate him?!" She exclaimed, "That's wonderful. I'm so glad I brought him here for dinner last night. I guess it really did make you two closer. I knew you-"
"Seriously. Stop. I never didn't like him. He's a nice guy." I cut her off. She was really annoying me right now. You can't just have a full conversation with someone who just woke up, especially if they're not a morning person, and especially if it's me. I remembered dinner last night and making a scene. I was surprised she didn't bring it up.
"Then why do you always act so different when he's here?" She frowned at me.
"Forget about it, mom. It's nothing. Honestly." I lied with a smile. I didn't want to talk about it now, or even ever. I just wanted her to realize how close we used to be, and how far apart we seem now. I wanted her to figure out for herself that she was the problem. She was the one forgetting about me.
"Oh. Okay, good." My mom didn't sound convinced that I was okay, but I didn't care or have the energy to put on a better act. "I'm going back downstairs. Don't forget, you have to pack sometime today. You're leaving for Melbourne tomorrow, really early. And don't stay up so late, you can't miss your flight." She left my room and closed my door before I could answer. I was practically nocturnal, but then again, what international Janoskian fan wasn't? I'm pretty sure I'm nocturnal because I grew up in Australia with such a big time difference and I never got used to the Canadian time. Or at least that's what I blamed it on. I was like this in Melbourne too, but that didn't matter to me, I was still blaming my sleeping habits on the time zones.
I stood up and stretched again. I walked across the room and grabbed my phone, it was charging the whole night. I don't know why I ever checked my phone, I never had any texts because I didn't have anyone to text. I would text my dad but he doesn't know how to text, plus he lives all the way in Australia. I put my phone in my pocket. All it was good for was twitter, but I would still be torn if my phone was taken away. I grabbed a random red hoodie off the end of my bed and some black leggings from my closet. I went into my bathroom and took a quick shower. I didn't feel like drying my hair so I left it wet to air dry. I changed into the clothes I grabbed and put my straight, black hair into a pony tail. I brushed my teeth, I wouldn't be eating anything soon anyways. I hardly ever ate. I know it's bad and unhealthy, but I can't eat. Even when I'm hungry, there's a part of me telling me that I'm not skinny enough, and that I can't eat anything because that's how you become fat. I looked in the mirror and sighed. I walked downstairs and into the living room where, of course, my mom was sitting and talking with Jack. I smiled at them and walked back out. I decided to go to the kitchen and just sit down, I was kind of thirsty so I grabbed a cup and filled it with water. I sat at the table and drank my water when I got a twitter notification on my phone. Luke was having a mini follow spree! I almost dropped my cup on the table which would have spilled water everywhere when I only meant to place it down gently. I quickly opened twitter and started to retweet Luke Brooks over and over again, occasionally tweeting at him for a follow. I got so excited with these boys, it was kind of obsessive even, but that's what happens when you're a janoskianator. I spent the next hour retweeting Luke and asking him for a follow. My water just sat on the table beside me, forgotten.
