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Chapter Ten

Meagan's POV

"Tell me again why I'm the one doing this?" I complain to Nate, Olivia, and Shane.

"Because Shane got his license revoked, Olivia will probably ruin the surprise; she's too giddy, and having the three of you alone would be a nightmare," Nate explains to me.

Olivia's POV

*cough* Natemare *cough*

Meagan's POV

"Right, right," I say back. "So tell me again why I'm doing this?"

"Meagan just go it's not the end of the world. All you have to do is keep Mark out of the house for a few hours while we set everything up," Nate says. And you can tell by his tone of voice that this is the end of the conversation.

"Ugh, fine," I say giving up. Personally, I think 9am is too early to do anything. You've got to wait 'till 12 noon, at the very least. And it's even worse when you have to leave the house and keep someone entertained for a few hours. At the very least, Nate won't require I get dressed. I mean, Batman pajama bottoms and a tight spaghetti strap tank top is socially acceptable, right? At least it is at Walmart anyways.

I haul myself off my lazy butt out of bed and go knock on Mark's door. No answer. This time I use my head to bang against his door but all I get in response is a snore.

"Alright Markimoo, I'm being woken up at an ungodly hour to drag you around town. If your not going to wake up while I'm still half asleep, you will get woken up when I'm mad," I mutter under my breath. I pound my fist on the door one more time, and then open the door to see if my attempts have done anything. Nope.

I turn on my heal and go find Shane. He's in the kitchen making who knows what, and I smack him up side the head to get his attention.

"Ow!" he complains.

"Suck it up, buttercup. I need to ask you something. Do you happen to own any noisy things? Like drums, or cymbals, or a blow horn or a megaphone, or..."

"I think I might have something," he tells me. He leaves the kitchen, heading to his room, I presume, and I take a minute to see what he's making.

It looks like a scooped out watermelon filled with whipped cream and sprinkles. I eye the assortment of other stuff he has laying on the counter which include another watermelon, chicken feet, pancake mix, orange juice, pepperoni, a basket of strawberries, his precious blowtorch, and a handful of condoms... I don't even want to know.

"Alrighty, here you go!" Shane says. I eye the object in his hands and smile approvingly. Thank you, Shane. I snatch it from him and make my way back to Mark's room.

I open the door without knocking knowing it'll be useless and march right over to his bed.

"GOOD MORNING SLEEPING BEAUTY!" I yell into the megaphone.

"Ahh!" Mark says while jumping and rolling off the bed.

"Get up, you have places to be. If you do not grace me with your presence in 15 minutes, you are going to be one sorry man," I threaten him.

"What about breakfast?" He questions, suddenly worried that he won't be having any food.

"Well you can eat whatever the hell Shane's making or we can pick something up on our way. I'll be waiting in my car," I tell him. And with that, I leave his room and make my way outside.

I'm watching the clock and when 15 minutes are up, I glare at the door expectantly. I'm about ready to get out and haul him over to my car, but he decides to come out at that moment so I stay put.