You're The One

Chapter-6

(Mia)

I woke up to my phone ringing loudly. I pulled my covers over my head tightly to shut out the sound. After a while, the phone stopped ringing and I thanked the cell-phone Gods to spare me the torture.

But.... It was me. So obviously my joy was short-lived. My mobile started ringing again. In defeat, I picked up to see who it was. 'Unknown Number' my phone's screen read. It was frikkin' 8o'clock on a Saturday. Who could possibly hate me as much to wake me up this early?

"Hello." I said groggily into the phone.

"I was afraid you were still sleeping." Said that God-awful sexy smooth voice from the other side.

I dropped my face into the pillow, stifling my desire to scream. "What do you want Aaron?" I whined into the phone.

"You baby, that's all I want." He said with a smirk clear in his voice.

I groaned and said, "I'm hanging up. Bye!"

But before I could cut the call his voice came through, "You forgot, didn't you?"

"Forgot what?" I asked trying to think of every possible work I could have. But to no avail. I mean you'd think my brain would help me one time! But no.

"We gotta start working on the paint jobs today Dory!" He said matter-of-factly referring to me as Nemo's forgetful best friend.

My eyes popped open as I remembered. Shoot. I was supposed to be there an hour ago. I sat up straight on my bed.

"Yo! You still there?" I heard him ask him from the other side.

"Yeah. I'm still here. I-I'm so sorry. I'll be there ASAP." I said hurriedly, as I got off my bed and headed towards my bathroom.

"Umm... Actually Kyle sent me to get you. Look out your window." I froze in my spot. I approached my window with caution as if it was made of TNT's that would blow up in my face.

I had a ceiling-to-floor window in my room. I opened the curtain just a tad to peek through. And sure enough, there he was. Perched against the hood of his car with a dazzling smile on his face as he waved at me. He was wearing a simple navy blue turtle neck and a pair of black jeans. Yet he looked like a bloody Abercrombie and Fitch model.

"Cute PJ's." I heard him say into the phone and saw him chuckling. I quickly shut my curtains as I felt my cheeks heat up. I looked down at my 'Frozen' pyjamas.

When I recovered from the embarrassment I said, "Thanks! Maybe I'll let you borrow them someday." Good come-back sleepy Mia. Didn't know you had it in you.

I felt a retort coming back, so instead I said, "I'll be down in 15. Meanwhile, do come in and make yourself at home."

"Trust me, I'll be more than happy." He said arrogantly.

And with that I hung up rolling my eyes.

I did what I had to. I brushed my teeth and answered my nature calls (TMI, I know. I'm sorry!). I washed my face and didn't really put any make-up other than eye-liner. I mean I was going to paint, it was likely that I would be covered in paint by the end of the day, there wasn't much point in make-up.

I wore an old black sleeveless chiffon button-down with my tattered blue denim shorts. The clothes I chose were very old, so I didn't really need to worry about them getting dirty.

I grabbed my sling which had my wallet and plopped my phone into it.

I walked out my room and down the stairs. I could hear voices from the kitchen so that's where I headed.