Let's Pretend We Never Happened

Chapter 5- Morning Glory

Chapter Five- Morning Glory!

“WAKE UP PIPEEEERR!!!!!!”

I opened my eyes to darkness. I was completely under the covers.

Brennan must be waking me up, I thought.

Serves me right. I always wake him up.

I stuck my hand out of the covers and grasped a hand, Bren’s hand. With all my might, I pulled him onto the bed and into the covers. If he could do it, why shouldn’t I? And besides, I knew for a fact that I smelt better than him. He wouldn’t wanna turn away.

“You woke me up…” I mumbled. “Now you pay for it.”

“Sounds good.” Said a muffled voice.

Wait. This voice was boyish. Bren’s voice was kind of raspy, and deep. He sounded odd.

Hm…probably puberty…I dismissed the thought. It was probably way too early in the morning to analyze my boy friends voice anyways.

I pulled Bren closer and wrapped my hands around him. Wow. He was built up. I didn’t remember Brennan ever going to the gym. I guess he just started working hard in gym class.

I reached up to kiss Brennan, my eyes closing. Nothing like a nice, good morning kiss. Just as long as Anne didn’t come in, this would be perfect.

His lips met mine and it was jus-Wait. These were DEFINITELY NOT his lips.

If I wasn’t kissing Brennan, then who the hell was I kissing?

I opened my eyes to meet blue ones.

I was A HUNDRED PERCENT SURE that Bren didn’t have blue eyes. His eyes were green.

Wait. Blue eyes, boyish voice.

HOLY SHIT.

“AAAAAAAAAH!!!” I screamed, jumping off the bed. “LANDON!”

“AAAAAAAAAAH!!!” he screamed back.

“AAAAAAAH!!!”

“AAAAAAAH!” he did the same thing I was doing.

“Why are you screaming???” I yelled.

“Well you were doing it!” He yelled back.

“BECAUSE I KISSED YOU!” I told him.

“WELL I KISSED YOU TOO SO I SHOULD BE YELLING TOO.”

“But I thought you were BRENNAN.” I pointed out, still yelling.

“AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE- no, I knew you were Piper.” He sighed.

“OMYGOSH. I AM HORRIBLE. I’m the worst girlfriend on earth.” I said. Back up into the wall.

“No you aren’t,” Landon said, trying to comfort me, “it wasn’t your fault.”

I looked at him and considered this for a minute.

“Wow. You’re right. It wasn’t my fault.” I said, narrowing my eyes. I took the nearest pillow and threw it.

“Ouch!” He yelled.

“It was your fault!” Another pillow was thrown.

“What?”

“You selfish, inconsiderate, player. You stupid, messed up, slimeball, sewer cleaner, who thinks he’s oh-so amazing bastard!” I yelled. This time it was one of my textbooks. “You think you can get any girl? You do! Don’t you? Well guess what! You can’t! You-you-broccoli faced loser.”