Finding My Lost Self [to be edited]

Chapter 7 - How Could this Day Get Any Better?!

Chap. 7

Sam's P.O.V.

I was sleeping peacefully, So Happy and relaxed in Dreamland...

it was so peaceful and quiet. I was definitely enjoying this...

Then the annoying sound of my alarm clock snapped me out of everything.

I groaned with a sleepy voice as I sat up on my bed feeling dizzy.

I looked at the clock on my nightstand, 6 am.

Wow, that was early.

I grabbed the alarm beside me and threw it to the wall. a loud breaking noise echoed through the room but the peaceful quietness took over once again.

I closed my eyes again as the morning light hit me. god I hated when this happened.

finally, when my vampire reaction to the Sunlight had ended, I got up and headed to the bathroom.

I took a shower and brushed my teeth then got out and headed to my closet.

I wore an oversized shirt and a pair of baggy jeans then held my hair into a messy bun.

I know what you're wondering 'where had my Oh-So-Beautiful look gone. well, I still liked to dress for comfort sometimes, plus, I'm not letting this new so called 'gorgeous' Sam take over me. right?

I wasn't in the mood for make up and all that today so I just put on some lip gloss and mascara and went out.

I decided to go downstairs for some food. but then I remembered last night as I went through the hallway...

Jason Parker was here!!

And now I was pissed off.

Wait, was he still asleep?

I looked towards the guest room door. it was cracked open so I peeked into it.

He wasn't there. then where the hell was he?

Why did I care anyway. my stomach growled, I was Hungry. and since mom was at work and I couldn't make a toast if my life depended on it, I decided to go with some snacks and Oreos with other stuff from my Yum Yums in the cupboard. 

Yeah, 'Yum yums', got a problem with that? I know it's not the best Name and it's childlish but oh well, that's who I am, right?

I went downstairs and then I saw...

HOLY MOTHER OF ABS!!

ladies and gentlemen, Jason Parker. He was sleeping. on my couch.


Shirtless. 

He had a blanket on him that covered until half his stomach, his defined body and abs looked so glorious and flawless. as if they were sculptured by a master artist. 'seems like he had spent so much effor building these.' I thought to myself. it was not common that you see something like this... he looked like some greek god as the dimmed sunlight from behind the curtains brushed against his skin which looked so soft and creamy... 

WHAT THE HELL, PREVERTED MIND!! STOP!!

'Look away, Sam.' I yelled to myself inside my head. 'Stop staring at that shirtless, hot...'

NO! SHUT UP, MIND!!

And now, I was officially a prevert. Just perfect.

And finally, I looked away...