Dear Mr. Bad Boy

Wedding Bells

I sometimes question my mind and what goes on in it. This was proven when my dream consisted of something to do with Lady Gaga, The Disney Princesses, and a dog. I really don't know, so don't ask.

"Babe, wake up. You've got class today," Snow White said in a masculine voice. I was then shaken. I felt my numb body start to swat the air around me.

I started to grumble inaudible things at my attacker. Someone was going to get a foot in the face. . . when I figured out how to actually open my eyes.

"Clo, you have to get up. You have class," My eyes opened, but I quickly shut them again due to the light jabbing its way into my eye.

The realization of what was going on made me slam my head into the pillow. "Nope."

I heard Liam's laughing and the sound of the door closing. I smiled to myself and snuggled further into the comfortable confines of the bed.

Suddenly, I heard a battle cry and immediately I knew my life was over. A large weight flopped itself on my small frame and I grunted.

I started hitting behind me until I felt Liam's shoulder. "Get off me, fat ass." Liam chuckled and rolled off of me and onto the other side of the bed. I sighed before stretching out my stiff limbs.

I then sat up and yawned. I looked at the clock. Hm. . . 10:30. . . 10:30?!

I screamed and dashed out of Liam's room. I grabbed a pair of spare clothes I keep at his house and ran into the shower. I barely had time to wash my hair properly before running to get out.

I brushed my hair and teeth faster than humanly possible. I then threw my hair up in some sort of contraption that didn't look good enough for me to be ale to go out in public in.

In my defense for my appearance, there's three categories of how people dress when they show up to class: Prom, average, trashy. I'm usually in the average category, but no one will say anything if I dress a little out of the ordinary.

I dashed into the living room where Liam took one look at me before bursting into fits of laughter.

I gave Liam a short look before scrambling around for my keys. Liam was still laughing and I wanted nothing more than to tape him to the ceiling, but I didn't have time for that.

I glanced at the clock in the kitchen. It said it was only eight fifty. I walked back into the bedroom and saw that the clock was two hours off. I pulled out my phone and saw that it said eight too.

Liam noticed my discovery and gave me a slick wink. I breathed in and breathed out, trying to calm the devil part of me that thought it was a good idea to murder my boyfriend.

I walked back into the bathroom and redid my routine. I had time to actually straighten my hair, put on some chapstick, and make sure my shirt was on the right way.

I came into the kitchen where Liam was sitting on his phone. I walked up to him and placed a small kiss on his cheek. Liam looked at me and smiled. "You're in a cheerful mood now."

A smirk made its way on my face. I lowered my mouth down to where his ear was and whispered, "No. I'm just plotting my revenge."

I grabbed an apple and my keys before going to unlock the door. Liam rushed up to me and gave me a kiss and I kissed him back.

"Are you going to be back in time to get ready for the wedding?" I smiled and nodded.

If you haven't picked up on it, today's my sister's wedding. Though I hate it, I have class today. The lecture is only two hours long, so I should have about two hours to get ready before my sister is walked down the aisle by Matt.