-Beep beep beep beep!
My alarm clock blares in my ear as I shut it off, quickly hopping out of bed to start my day. The sun was shining through the window, the warmth spreading across my tanned skin.
How does she just wake up and instantly get out of bed with full energy? Like no.
-I danced into the bathroom and peeled off my pajamas, stepping into the warm running water of the shower. I swiftly run the razor over my stubbly legs, making sure not to miss a spot. After massaging some conditioner and shampoo into my hair, I scrub myself down with soap and step out onto the fluffy bathmat.
Seems like she's pretty dedicated to her ballet training. And she never turned on the water, it was magically on already. Plus, is she a banana?
-I wrapped a white towel around my dripping body before wrapping my hair with one, too. I leap into my bedroom again and select an outfit. My eyes land on a lacy black tank top. I slip it on over my head and slide some jeans over my freshly shaved legs.
Now she's a Christmas present. And make sure you pick up your eyes, you might need those.
-After putting on a pair of black Toms, I walk to the bathroom, pulling out my curling iron. Wrapping one lock of blonde hair around the wand at a time, I slowly formed soft, bouncy curls.
Your hair is still wet, by the way. And they aLWAYS CURL THEIR HAIR.
-I applied light makeup before grabbing my phone and tossing it into my bag, rushing downstairs. I made a bowl of instant oatmeal and downed it hastily, rushing out the door in a hurry to get to Starbucks, since that was where I worked.
Always light makeup. Yeah, sure, most people don't wear thick makeup, but not everybody wears light makeup. And she works at Starbucks, of course.
I feel absolutely horrible for not giving you guys a much-needed chapter, but I am working on my book for the Wattys!
(P.S, it's called Twinder and it's a Louis fanfic. You should totally read it when I publish it.)
