Little London

Chapter 3: Freaking Alex Trimble

Chapter 3: Freaking Alex Trimble

Finna's POV

The week could not go by fast enough. I counted the hours until my interview with Alex, I even made a countdown calendar. Okay, technically I got Tianna to make the calendar, but she doesn't have a job. She goes to school. Everyone knows you have time to doodle in school, you may as well do something productive. Am I right? On Wednesday morning Kyla and I couldn't contain our excitement. Kyla is an early riser, and when she got out of bed she ran into Emily and I's room to bounce on my bed. Emily is an early riser too, but not get-up-at-four-in-the-morning-to-catch-an-early-ferry. Emily was a little annoyed.

Kyla stopped jumping on my bed and yelling at me as soon as she heard me snarl, which was really sweet of her. She's so considerate of how much I hate mornings. That's not even sarcasm.

As soon as I had my morning green tea I joined the world of the living and remembered how excited I was to interview FREAKING ALEX TRIMBLE!

"KYLA!", I shouted suddenly, freaking her out from her position at the breakfast bar beside me.

"What? What? What?", Kyla asked frantically.

"I'M INTERVIEWING ALEX TRIMBLE".

Kyla laughed. "Now you're awake, huh?".

"Um, yaaaaaas. Alex Trimble. Holy shoot", I replied giddily. "Oh, frick".

"What?", Kyla asked concerned.

"What am I supposed to wear?".

"Clothes maybe?", Kyla joked. I glared. "Fine, fine... I'll help you pick something out".

"Great", I smiled.

Kyla and I went into my shared room and tried to search for an outfit without waking Emily up. Tianna and Emily didn't have to get up for school for another hour yet. Kyla and I tiptoed out of the room with several items of clothing in tow.

"What about this?", Kyla asked holding up my favorite old  sweatshirt.

"Kyla, this is Alex Trimble. I am going full out for this."

"Point taken", she nodded and tossed the ugly, yet comfy, sweater on to the couch. Tossed may be a strong word. Kyla's O.C.D. traits are highly dominant in our household and nothing can be chaoticly messy. She actually placed the sweater on the back of the couch. Very gently.

"What do you think of this?", I asked her. I had pulled a baggy, mustard yellow, cable-knit sweater from the heap of clothes on the living room chair.

"I like it! That color looks awesome on you, and the sweater is really flattering", she advised me.

"Thanks", I said. "Should I wear it with these purple cords?".

Kyla stared intensely at the pair of pants I held up to her. "Hmm... maybe you should wear it with leggings".

"Makes sense", I said as I watched Kyla dig through the pile again. Even on a budget I had tons of clothing. Thank you thrift shopping.

"Here, these are perfect", she smiled holding out a pair of forest green leggings.

"Kyla, you're a genius". I grabbed the items from her hand and took off to the bathroom to change and get ready.

"I'll put out your pair of shoes", Kyla called after me.

"Thanks!", I called from behind the bathroom door. "Make sure it's the pair of suede shoes with the little laces on them!"

"I MADE A SMOOTHIE!", I heard Kyla yell from the kitchen as I started to get dressed. "GET YOUR LAZY BUMS OUT OF BED, I'VE BEEN AWAKE SINCE FOUR A.M.!! FINNA AND I ARE LEAVING SOON AND YOU BETTER SAY GOODBYE TO US".