Feelings Change

Feelings Change Ch. 12

Ross's POV

*beep beep beep*

ughhhh. 5:30 am. WHY.

I pulled out my phone just to make sure it was Monday....it was.

Rubbing my eyes, I slowly sat up, clicking my mouth together as I did so.

"What to wear, what to wear.." I groaned as I shoved my head into my shirts and began to close my eyes once again.

They shot open once I realized what this weeks episode is.

The kiss.

I grabbed a pink wife beater and a pair of ripped jeans and converse and ran to the bathroom.

"Ughh. MOM! I NEED HELP WITH MY HAIR!"

"ROSS. YOU'RE 18 YEARS OLD, LEARN HOW TO DO YOUR OWN HAIR!"

typical.

I brushed my teeth and tried to do my hair the best I could.

"whatever, makeup can fix it."

I popped a mint in my mouth, grabbed a banana, kissed my mom on the cheek and left for set.

"Today's gonna be a loonngg day."

I blared Neon Trees and started to drive to studio 14.

Laura's POV

*beeeeeeeeep beeeeeeep beeee---*

*SLAM*

GOD. IT'S 5:30 IN THE FREAKING MORNING.

WHY DO CALL TIMES HAVE TO BE SO EARLY.

Sitting up I scratched my head and yawned.

Oh god, I can already feel the knots and tangles in my hair.

I got up and fell on the floor with a thud.

"ouch."

I groaned into the carpet and pulled myself up towards my closet.

I just threw on a sweater and shorts.

At this point I didn't care if I matched.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I also struggled to get the comb through my hair.

It got stuck five times.

And a bristle or whatever they're called broke off.

I grabbed another and brushed it through, added concealer and blush to my face and went back to my room.

I got a pair of sneakers on and walked to my car.

"I'll just get something at Starbucks. "

With that I started the drive, through rush hour, to studio 14.

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At the Set

Heath: Raini! Laura! To the set please!

Oh my god.

I didn't even finish my banana bread.

OR MY WHITE CHOCOLATE CHIP MOCHA.

"Coming."

Even though he couldn't hear me.

I stumbled out and ran into Raini.

"Hey! Oh gosh, you look tired. Why?"

"I stayed up late."

"Doing what?"