The Girl Behind The Screen

Chapter Thirty Seven: TGIF!¡

"Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet."
- Alain de Botton

Song Suggestion: Last Friday Night - Katy Perry

There we were. At one am on the side of a curb, stranded in Manhattan. Almost an hour away from home. Chase and I were drenched in coffee, coated with exhaustion and had experienced one hell of an amazing night. How the hell did we get here? Well let's start from this morning.

20 hours earlier...

"Wake up Via! We're going to be late for school! It's Friday!" Someone shouted, shaking me.

My eyes slowly opened and the first thing they saw were jade orbs. Chase. "Firstly, what did you just call me?" I asked, my voice raspy.

"Via," he smiled, reminiscing.

His smile was contagious and we both thought of the first time he called me that, at the bonfire, so much has changed since then.

"Secondly, why are you waking me from my slumber?! I need my beauty sleep!" I exclaimed and pulled the duvet over my head.

"What beauty sleep? You're still the same grumpy person everyday," Chase grinned.

"Shut up," I muttered, closing my eyes.

And before I knew it the duvet was pulled off me. Ah, too good to be true.

"But don't worry," he continued, "my beauty makes up for all your unladylike manners," I can just imagine him grinning.

I knew the imbecile was not going to leave me alone so I got up. My brain then registered what he said, "Did you just insinuate that I'm a beast?" I asked, slowly, hoping he wasn't.

"Yes, yes I did," Chase confidently said.

"But don't worry, it's our how relationship works," he smiled.

"Oh wise one, enlighten me on how our "relationship" works," I said in a sarcastic voice, before rolling my eyes.

"Well, I'm the beauty to your beast," he stated matter-of-factly.

My eyes roamed his for a few seconds because I couldn't think of a comeback, "You're an idiot," wow Kensi, that's the best you can come up with.

I walked to the bathroom and shut the door and got ready for school.

"It's five am!" I shouted, realizing he woke me up hours before I usually wake up. I was fuming. You don't just disturb my sleep. And that's how Chase ended up with milk in his hair this morning. What? You have to fight fire with fire.

The morning had already messed two things we both cared about - my sleep and his hair. We should've known this was going to be an interesting day.

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16 hours earlier...

"Please," Chase pouted.

"No."

"Pretty please."

"No."