where are ü now | b.b (CURRENTLY ON-HOLD)

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a week later

Seven days flew by faster than a day usually would. I found my earphones dangerously wrapped around my neck, my head glued, not literally, onto my laptop's keyboard, my left arm full of marks and a faint, dried trail of saliva on the left side of my face. It wasn't the first time waking up like this. Waking up to earphones nearly strangling me to death was like a daily thing by now.

My alarm hadn't rung yet, meaning it was still early morning; or I missed it. I sat up, carefully untangling the earphones from my neck and rubbing my face, feeling the prints of some letters from the keyboard and a line circulating my neck.

I observed the room. It was still gloomy, but still a glimpse of light from outside. I was somehow quite clueless. My phone wasn't on the night table beside my bed, neither was it on my study table. I started patting my bed tremendously. I felt a rectangular object at the bottom corner of my bed. It was under a pile of unfolded clothes.

I did a time-check and as I unlocked my phone, the Chicken Dance song blared from the speakers and I jump in shock. "Oh shut up," I groaned.

"Ya' telling me to shut up? How rude."

"It was dedicated to your damn personalised ringtone. But sure, I could consider saying it to you too."

"Aww, I feel the love," Eliza replied sarcastically. "You really shouldn't." I rolled my eyes, blessing that she couldn't see from the other side.

"Well someone's grumpy," She whispered.

"It's technically illegal to be happy at six fifty in the morning, Eliza." My voice was unusually croaky. I believe it was because Mike and I were trying so hard to scream like Bryan Adams in Summer of '69 the night before. I'm amazed the neighbors or pass-byers didn't call the police.

"Where's sassy Megan been all my life?"

"Not ready to reveal herself to the public."

"They wouldn't be prepared for the burn."

"Then I'll start roasting them during winter, or in an ice rink. Best in Antarctica."

"Not the dad jokes, Hanson." Elizabeth was still whispering.

"ANYWAY, why are you awake at this time? You're five hours ahead from your usual wake up time." The earliest she would, basically could, wake up to during summer would be by eleven in the morning. Latest could be by four in the afternoon. It's a shocker she hasn't slept for over a day.

"I decided to pray to God for him to forgive my sins."

"Nah. Too sudden."

"Fine. I decided to start a healthy wake up schedule."

"Fake. Next."

"I am offended, Hanson. Are you saying I wouldn't start that?"

"Honestly, Eliza? Do you hear yourself right? A HEALTHY schedule?" With the two years of knowing her, there was no way she would do so. As if she cares of a healthy lifestyle.

"Ye, fair enough. I woke up for a piss. Satisfied?"

"Very."

"So have you packed?"

"Elizabeth Mclovein, there's five more hours until my flight and you think I wouldn't pack?"

Packing? What for? A few days back, I was chilling in the garden, playing volleyball with Mike, when Cruz and Romeo attacked us both to, Romeo with Mike and Cruz with me. With the weight of them, we obviously fell butt first. Both at the same time, they shout how we were going to Los Angeles together, Beckham and Hanson.

So here I am in bed, five hours before being stuck in a private jet with my ex for 12 hours. The most fantabulous, spontaneous trip I have ever been on.

"Must you go?"

"If I had the choice, I wouldn't. What's so grand about LA anyway? All I got from staying there for two weeks was turning into a burnt, crispy bacon."

"Now you're just paler than pale."

"Thanks for the description, Eliza. Really does point out the obvious." She erupted in laughter. Then the shouts came. It was her father. He was shouting her name to come out of the room.

"Well, gotta run." Surprisingly, she didn't seem frightened at all. It was all too familiar for her. Before she ended the call, I advised her to stay safe and to call me if anything were to suddenly happen.

This chapter was just to point out the relationship between Elizabeth and Megan. All goofy, sassy and idiotic. It's a Thursday today and I should update another chapter by Sunday, hopefully. It'll continue this part.

By the way, I am now a freelance writer. so if any of you want me to do a report, review, blog, etc, do email me. It'll be in my bio.

All the love. x -a