Love Sucks

Chapter 5 - Tennis Rackets

(Dedication for a new person on here who was nice enough to vote for loads of my stuff, thank you <3 Ironic how you turned out to be Lauren stalking me!)

*Chapter 5 - Tennis Rackets*

I woke up with a start, and a headache from sitting up pin straight in my bed too fast. I looked at my watch, only 11 o' clock and Carla was fast asleep, I threw my pillow at her to wake her up and she muttered a curse at me and turned over. I tried a more drastic measure, as she was now snoring her head off in blissful unawareness of what i was about to do.

I had a bottle of water on my beside table from the night before and it only had a few sips taken out of it. I poured a little bit on my hand, and walked over to where Carla was sleeping on a mattress on the floor. I let the few drops in my palm fall onto her forehead. For the second time that morning she uttered a curse word at me. I took no offence but instead replyed "Wakey, wakey, sunshine, it's time to face the morning!" with false and high pitched cheerful-ness. No reply..

This time i took more drastic measures, and tipped the open bottle of water out over her face, allowing a small torrent to fall before grabbing it back up. That was the limit for her, she jumped up out of bed, yanked the bottle of water from my hands and poured the whole lot of it on top of me, then promptly got back under the duvet, rolled over, and said goodnight before falling back asleep again.

I sighed in frustration and annoyance at the fact that my pyjamas were now soaking wet. Leaving her sleeping I made sure to make the most amount of noise possible and take as long as I could getting dressed and ready for the day. The most I could manage was half an hour. All I had to do was bring my pyjamas downstairs to the laundry room as I couldn't put them in the basket in my room as they were soaking wet. Then decide on what clothes I would wear today. I picked out a loose fitting faded grey top that went over one shoulder and had a slogan saying "music is my religion" on it and put a black camisole underneath, a long comfy darker grey cardigan that went down past the top, black skinny jeans and black converse to complete the look. I may not be totally up to date with the trends but at least I took pride in my appearance.

Looking over at Carla, I saw she was still lost in a dream world and was murmuring slightly in her sleep. I still had time to kill and my mam would want me to wait for her to wake up before going down to have breakfast.

So, I did what I usually would never do, I raided my make-up bag. I had a good amount of expensive and hardly ever touched make-up as I only ever used it for special occasions, such as my birthday or Christmas. I put on a light covering of foundation with a touch of bronzer and a grey to black smokey eye with thick black eyeliner on my lid, a dash of watermelon lip gloss finished me off. Then I got to work on my hair. My hair was a long flowing ball of frizziness. I hated it in the mornings or straight after a shower as it was always fluffy and frizzy and in my opinion made my head look fat. A very odd day I would take enough initiative to borrow my mam's straightner, spray my hair with heat protectant and bring it to some sort of normalness. But today I decided I was going to do something I had only done a few times before, those being my Holy Communion, Confirmation and Sweet Sixteen Party, that was to curl my hair. I had to admit I loved it when it had soft waves and the amount of compliments I recieved was overwhelming.

I owned my own curling iron from my sixteenth birthday but had only experimented with it a few times. Usually for everyday wear or for school, a simple ponytail or braid would suffice. But today as I was bored and had nothing better to do, I whipped out the curling iron, plugged it in and soon enough had wavy, bouncy curls cascading around my shoulders and down my back. And even I had to admit, I looked good.

I glanced at the girly pink clock on my wall and realised with a start that it was one o'clock. How did I let time escape me like that? I internally mused. You were having fun! I answered myself. And I was, I should do this more often. With a lot of shaking and whacking her, Carla lazily opened one eye and groaned "uuuuughh you're so meeeean! I was having a great dream...." I strangely had a longing to know what about. "Hmm? What about then?" I asked cautiously, I hoped it was nothing disgusting...