The Bad Boy Across The Street//Justin Drew Blake

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Alex's Point Of View
"I'm falling so I'm taking my time on my riiiiiiide. Ohhhhhh. I'm falling so I'm taking my time on my riiiiiiiiiiiide." sang my alarm. I slammed the snooze button as I rolled out of bed. I slipped into my slippers and I made my way into my bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror. I looked like a trainwreck. I looked around my counter for my contacts. Found them. I carefully pushed them into my eyes and began fishing through my bathroom drawers for my makeup. I pulled out my eyeliner and mascara and began to work. After all that mess, I decided to just brush my hair into a ponytail and head downstairs. I walked out the bathroom and turned towards my door. "Fuck!" I said as my foot hit something hard. It was a box. A box? I pushed the box out the way and walked down the hallway. More boxes? "What the...?" I said. "Aunt Elle?" I screamed as I jogged downstairs. "Yes?" shouted back Aunt Elle. "What's up with all these damn boxes?" I said as I made my way to the kitched where I heard her voice trail from. "What did I say about using that language?" asked Aunt Elle. I rolled my eyes and walked to the pantry. Froot Loops? Boom. "Alex, we're moving." she blurted. I dropped the cereal. "What?!" I screamed. "We're moving." She said, looking down at the kitchen floor. "Where? Why? Is it because I got high with Tyler?" I asked. "Minnesota, I checked out the schools and I found the perfect school for you and you did WHAT?" exclaimed Aunt Elle. "When are we leaving?" I asked, ignoring the last part. "In about 2 hours so you should go pack." She said. I bolted upstairs, completely forgetting about the Froot Loops. Fuck the Froot Loops! I need to text Sophie.