Everlasting Love (Lauren/You)

Just The Usual.............Or Not

Y/N's POV

"Wake up, Y/N! You're gonna be late for school!" Someone yells, awaking me from my deep slumber. I groggily open my eyes, shutting them almost immediately from the bright light filling the room.

"What time is it?" I ask, annoyed.

"7:10. So get your lazy butt off the bed!" Mom yells.

"Just five more minutes!" I say, but as I roll over, I'm dragged out of bed.

"Alright, I'm up! I'm up!" I say, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I trudge my over to the dresser, randomly pull out a set of clothes, and then head to the bathroom. After taking a shower, I quickly get dressed and brush my teeth before gently applying my makeup, which isn't a whole lot, since my mom prohibits me from using more, saying I don't need it. I agree to disagree, not sure how she thinks I look presentable. Sighing, I leave the bathroom, and saunter down the stairs. A smell of scrambled eggs and bacon draws me in towards the kitchen. I quickly wolf them down as I see my friend, Y/B/N, pull up outside.

"See ya mom! Y/B/N (Your best friend's name) is here!"

"Alright, have a good day sweetie!" Mom replies. I grab my backpack from the living room on my out.

"Hey dork! What's new?" Y/B/N asks.

"Nothing, jerk. You?"

"Actually, you might wanna check this out. Here, take my phone." She says, handing me her phone.

"Okay, what now?"

"Go in to my pictures, there should be one there of a poster." I shuffle through her massive photo collection, until I finally locate one that shows a poster............. of a contest?

"What's this?"

"It's a contest for you, Sherlock!" I scan through the poster, feeling unsure about this idea.

Ready For a Chance to Meet Your Idol?
Come and Showcase Your Talent!
Winners Will Get A Once in A Lifetime Opportunity to Meet Their Idol!
Sign Up Today In The Main Gym!

"What talent do I have, Y/B/N?" She looks at me incredulously, taking her eye off the road, and nearly running a pedestrian.

"Eyes on the road!" I yell.

"Sorry, but you're seriously asking me what your talent is?" I nod, She sighs.

"Girl, did you forget you slay at singing?"

"No, because I don't! How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"Stop saying that, Y/N. Trust me, you have a sick voice! Do this for me?" She begs, knowing I'd do anything for her. I sigh, rereading the poster again.

"Fine, but you owe me!" I say. She laughs, but nods her head.

"Deal. Come on doofus, we're here." She says, as she parks her car. I follow her in to the school to our lockers. At the lockers, I jam my backpack inside, and relock it. Y/B/N, clearly impatient, drags me towards the gymnasium, talking excitedly all the way there. When we get there, I start to get second thoughts and try to get away.

"Nuh uh, Y/N. You promised. Now come on, let's get in there." We make our way inside, and to the very back where Mrs. Lisa was standing.

"Morning, Y/N! How can I help you?" She asks cheerfully.

"Uh, I want to sign up for this contest?" I say, although it sounded like a question. She nods, and motions for me to follow her. We follow her to her office where she pulls out a thick binder. Mrs. Liza hands me a pen as well.