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(GIA'S POV)

Commercials, why do you have to play me like that?

I look at myself in the mirror, my hair a complete wreck and my face not completely plastered with makeup.

Got a good excuse, commercials?

"Hey, it's time for breakfast!" Ava yells from outside the room.

"Yeah." I yell back, my voice tampered from the sleep.

Oh, maybe she made pancakes, waffles, and every thing.

I will do the smartest thing that everyone does in the movies: I'll just casually take a strawberry and prance to work.

I scoff as I think of all the logic behind it.

Pulling my hair up into a ponytail, I begin to brush my teeth.

I began to think about how I used to miss the logic behind brushing your teeth before eating, then right after again.

Like just eat then brush your teeth, right?

But really, if there's anything that managed to annoy me that wasn't expressed by a person, it would be morning breath.

Along with slow wifi, acne, hot weather, and more.

I gurgle the water, spit out, repeat.

Grabbing a small towel to wipe my mouth, I dry my hands as well while walking back to my bed.

I grab my phone and sit down, looking at all the notifications.

Unlocking my phone and opening Snapchat, I see a text from Zach and a few snaps from the rest of the boys, along with lots of adds.

I look at what Ava sent me first, but it was just a picture from Snapchat that you send to friends because there's a timer by her name.

"AVA!" I yell while spamming her with photos along with me typing furiously, "YOURE GONNA LOSE OUR STREAK."

But of course, me typing furiously meant that not all the words came out spelled... grammatically correct.

A snap from Daniel appears then disappears, and this doesn't stop me.

I begin to se- NO.

I sent the snap to Daniel.

Opening the chat, to my horror, it was more than one snap.

I feel my face heat up completely, my misfortune has decided to strike now.

Yeah, well that's enough social media for today.

Logging out, moving countries, bye.

I leave my phone on the bed and make my way downstairs, where the smell of-

What is that smell?

Oh yeah, fruit.

Kidding.

Looking at the table, I see melon in a bowl with yogurt and granola, along with...

A green smoothie, I think?