The Band Boy

The Saturday With Mikey

" RAINE!!" A man's voice yelled to me. From the muffling and faint echos I feel it's safe to assume he's in a short distance from me. Not close enough to kill, but far enough too shoot. My name was being called again, and heavy footsteps grew louder within every letter used.

Shit, shit shit. Was all I could think of whilst covering my head with a pillow and hoping the movement was unseen. The door hit the wall with a ringing bang and the voice began to tell me off. Probably before it went for the kill.

" Raine Heather get your ass out of bed." The voice, identified as my father's, told me. I relaxed as I found it was my dad, not a physco maniac.

Yes, I know, if a killer was in my house, and all I did to defend myself, was cover my face with a pillow, i'd have no chance. Well, my lazy ass likes sleep too damn much to care if im about to be murdered, as to give up the joy of being unconcious.

I shuffled around  and stopped moving once I realized he'd left. I lay in bed still, regardless of his demanding. Well, it IS a saturday.

I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep, with no regrets.

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My peaceful sleep was interrupted by vibrations under my face, but I continued to ignore  it. Finally, my door swung open and hit the wall.

" Raine, get out of bed!" A voice who had to be Mikey's yelled at me.

" Argajsitl" I made a chewbacca noise.

" What? Girl, it's twelve o'clock, get up!" He shook my shoulder violently. I turned my face to him and gave him a look that will certainly make him never want to disturb my sleep every again.

" Or you could sleep in. It's fine, really." He nervously chuckled, backing away from my bed.

I groaned and turned over so I could sit up. 

As soon as my back was upright, I slumped back into lying position. Im not good at waking up.

" OH MY GOD. YOU ARE SO DAMN LAZY." He didn't yell, but said monotone in a loud manner.

" Margheiaght" I swatted his shoulder with my floppy hand.

" Ow, Raine!" He cried out. I looked through my eyelashes and saw him holding his face. Did I smack him? I stuck my arms out and grabbed the sides of his face.

" Sorry Mikey! I wasn't aiming for the-" I stopped when I noticed him smirking. " You're playing me, aren't you." I dropped my hands as he burst into laughter.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the floor as I screamed.

" Shhh." He sounded like a rapist as he covered my mouth with his hand. I bit the loose skin on his hand and he didn't move. I licked his fingers and he shot his hand back.

" Gross!"

" Why did you wake me!" I rolled my eyes.

" Do you sleep in skinny jeans?" He asked amused, tugging the denim at my knees. 

" I fell asleep in them." I bluffed.

" No, you didn't. These are different jeans. Yesterday, you wore black jeans because you said, and I quote, ' you wanted to be a ninja'. These jeans are grey." He acted amused.

" OKAY FINE. I sleep in skinny jeans! But these are just so comfy." 

" They're bad for blood circulation."

" But they're comfy." I pouted.

" You're weird." He laughed, pulling me up.

" Bleh." I stuck my tongue out at him and fixed my messy clothing. I dug in my closet and quickly swapped my shirt when Mikey wasn't looking. When he turned back around he just caught me with my shirt finally down.