Seventeen.

One.

*Ping*

'Ugh!' I cry out, throwing a pillow over my head. I mean for god's sake, it's nine in the morning. I don't plan to wake up for at least another two more hours.

*Ping*

'For god's sake' I say, taking off the pillow and grabbing my phone from my nightstand.

Unlocking it, I have two messages from my best mate (and trash extraordinaire) Carly-Louise. I just call her Carly because two names is too much for my tiny head to remember.

Carly: Where are you?

Carly: You have ten minutes to get your body to my house or I will sue you!

Letting out a small laugh, I reply back and take my hair out of my messy bed bun.

Me: Alright, I'm coming!

I place my phone back on my nightstand, climb out of bed and make my way to my wardrobe. Hmmm, decisions, decisions! Normally, I just wear black but I want to add a bit of colour to my outfit today. Shocking, I know. I finally decide on my old Glastonbury shirt, ripped jeans, my old beaten-up converse and my signature doctor who wristband. I twist my hair into a French braid what sweeps down the side of my face and pull out strands to make it look 'tumblr'. I try my best not to be a stereotypical seventeen year-old girl.

I grab my phone and throw it into my dad's old rucksack what came all the way from a stone roses concert in the 1990's. I know, awesome or what? I just said awesome, I think I need to leave.

Making my way down the stairs, I grab an apple from the fruit bowl, my keys and make my way to Carly's house. Luckily, she only lives two houses away from me so I don't pass out from too much exercise. Turning to my left, I see my not-so subtle crush Harry walking down the street with his friends. He's the year above me and is the most perfect person I have ever seen. I mean I have like, zilch chances with me because he is one of the most 'popular' kids in my school so there is no way he would ever look twice at me. Not even once even.

It's a sad fact but the chances of me ever getting with him is like my chemical romance getting back tomorrow.

Yeah, that's how slim the chances are.

I arrive at Carly's house and knock once at the door. Oh god, if it's her dad I may die. Oh, I may have a teenie, tiny oh who am I kidding?

A MAJOR CRUSH ON HER DAD!

Yeah, I know it's weird but if you could see him... he's one of the fittest men you could ever hope to meet.

'Amélie!' I say as I turn around and just to my luck, it's James.

Shit...

'Oh, hey Mr. Nightingale' I reply to him as my heart flutters multiple times.

He's got his messy bedhead, sleepy eyes and to top it all off... shirtless with only his pyjama bottoms. Yep, my statement before was right.. he's perfect.

'Please come in, i'm guessing you're here for Carly?' James says to me as I make my way inside and flop myself down onto the sofa.

'Yes' I reply to him as he closes the door and sits down next to me.

'She'll be down soon, she's probably helping Alfie. Anyway, tell me what's going in the life of Amélie? Anything new?' James asks me, flicking from channel to channel on the television.

'Nope, still single, memey me' I laugh out before stopping myself as if I laugh to much, I sound like the cross between a dying sheep and a pig with a cold.

'How can you be single? You're so beautiful' James says to me, stopping on a channel showing re-runs of friends.

'I think you still have sleep in your eyes' I reply to him, letting out a slight laugh and flicking a bit of sand away from his face.

'Nope. I'm perfectly awake' James whispers to me as he begins to lean towards me and almost kisses me when..

'AMEE!' Carly shouts from the top of the stairs, her feet tapping against the wooden stairs.

Brilliant, just fucking brilliant!

'Morning' I mutter out as she gives me a hug and sits between me and her dad.

'Dad? Can you get us some tea?' Carly asks him as he makes his way to the kitchen and winks at me.

'So, what's the plan for today?' I ask her, grabbing the controls from her hand and putting on pretty little liars.

'Well, considering we have prom in a couple of days. I thought we could go shopping with Jesse and Frans then you stay the night and we can binge watch Sherlock, Girl meets world and stuff. Oh and discuss why you and my dad were almost kissing before' Carly says to me before nudging me in the side.

'We were never kissing, I was just getting some sand out of his eye' I reply to her, my face going as red as a strawberry.

'Fine. I'll believe you. Oh, one last thing?' Carly says to me, throwing her hair into a messy ponytail.

'What?'

'If you and my dad fuck, please don't damage the mattress' Carly laughs out before I hit her with a pillow.

She's such a meme, it's shocking really.