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Dan POV:
I hate waking up early. I'm not good at being quiet and sneaky in the mornings, so I almost always wake everyone up who's in the same flat or bus as me. I check my phone for notifications. Mainly just Twitter notifications and a couple text messages. I notice it's only 7:10, so I could grab groceries before the day really even starts. I throw on a black tee shirt with the NASA logo in the corner and some black jeans. I try to quietly turn on my sink (which is the loudest sink on the planet) to wash my face and sloppily run my fingers through my hair. I decide to forget contacts and shove on my glasses. I re-enter my bedroom to grab my shoes and wallet. I remember that Laura will most likely wake up and maybe wonder where I am. I rummage through all the misc crap on my dresser and find half a piece of notebook paper and a red pen. I scribble down:
Laura-
I went to grab a few things from the grocer's, and will be back around 8:00 at the latest.
-Dan x
I realize that I could've jus texted her and she'd probably look at her phone the moment she wakes up, but I decide screw it, I've already written a note. I tiptoe over to the door of her room where I slide the note under her door. I hear no motion in her room. I slowly and carefully walk back across the flat to the door, where I attempt to quietly put on my shoes and sneak out the door. The light over my front door is burnt out, which doesn't surprise me at all.
Laura POV:
I wake up with my face shoved into the pillow and nearly on the edge of the bed. I roll so I'm in the dead center of the bed. I scan the room, which is lit by the light streaming through the blinds. I notice a folded piece of paper right by the door on the floor. I roll again, but this time off the bed. I pick up my glasses and slide them onto my face. The air around me is a bit cold, especially on my arms, so I rummage through my bag for a sweatshirt. The blue fabric is easy to find, so I pull it on immediately. It's a TARDIS hoodie I had got from Michael for a 'welcome' gift. (About a week after I moved in, and by then he knew how much I like Doctor Who) I remember the note, so I tiptoe over to the door to read it.
Laura-
I went to grab a few things from the grocer's, and will be back around 8:00 at the latest.
-Dan x
His messy handwriting reminds me of mine. I assume it's around 7:30 at the earliest, so I check my phone. 7:30 exactly. I see a text message from about an hour ago from Ethan. "I know it's early, but text me when you wake up." Chicago is 6 hours behind London, so it must be about 1 AM where Ethan and Michael are. I text back. "It's 1 AM in Chicago, but I just woke up." Ethan replies within seconds.
Ethan: How are things going across the pond?
Me: Pretty good. Why are you awake this early?
Ethan: Michael was at his mom's, so I had watched the Walking Dead for like, 6 hours straight and it messed up my internal clock.
Ethan: So what are you doing today?
I decide to not mention Dan's at the store and left me here alone, so I say
Me: I'm not sure.
Ethan: Let me know if you need anything. Michael is screaming at me to get off my phone and go to sleep.
Me: Okay. Goodnight.
Ethan: um.. good morning?
Me: Thanks
Usually, I would be the kind of person to snoop around the house, but I decide that Dan could be home any second and that would be an awfully strange explanation of why I'm looking through everything. I decide to get ready before Dan gets home, so if we're going somewhere he won't have to wait for me. I decide the hoodie I'm wearing is acceptable to wear in public, but green sweatpants aren't. I rummage through my orange bag for a pair of black jeans and eventually find a pair. I turn on some music as I get ready so I'm not sitting in silence. The first song to come on is Tame Impala's It Feels Like We Only Go Backwards. One I've slid into my jeans, I go into the bathroom with my contact case and solution. It takes about thirty seconds to put my contacts in, but then I notice how terrible my hair looks. Since there isn't a mirror in my room, I brush my hair in front of the vanity mirror.
Dan POV:
I'm a one-trip kind of guy, so I have about 5 shopping bags on each arm. I made the mistake of walking the 6 blocks to the (blue) corner store, so the walk back was dreadful. Once I finally shove my key in the door, I knee the door open. I hear music playing, so I assume Laura's awake.
"I'm home!" I shout.
"Good morning!" Laura yells from the bathroom. Her head pops out, her hair partially brushed.
"Nice hoody." I say, setting the bags on the counter.
"Thanks." She says, stepping out into the main living area of the flat. She pulls her hair back.
"I like your shirt." she says. I glance down to see which one I'm wearing. NASA.
"I bought pancake mix for breakfast." I say.
"I love pancakes!" She says.
"Apparently, America has thicker pancakes than here in the UK." I say.
"Whatever kind of pancake it is, it's still a pancake and pancakes are actually the best." Laura says, smiling.
"I'll get the stuff ready, would you mind helping with the groceries?" I ask.
"Sure." She replies, making her way over to the bags. "Is this the pantry?" She says, patting the door of the pantry.
"Yeah." I say, looking up from my frantic search for a pan or skillet. She quickly puts away all of the food, minus the pancake stuff. It's mainly rookie-level cooking that I do around here, (I'm the worst chef on the planet), but I've done pancakes before and can manage.
"Do you want some tea?" Dan asks, getting a kettle out of a cabinet
"Yes please!" I reply. "I've actually never had tea from a kettle."
"Then how on earth do you Americans make tea?" Dan asks, looking deeply offended
"In our harbors." I laugh. "Which is much cooler than a kettle"
"Checkmate." Dan laughs
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Kind of a stupid chapter. I got a new keyboard so now I don't have to paste each individual space. :)
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