Getting Ready

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Chapter Three

Tristan's POV

I feel my bed being shaked. I groan.

"Tristan. Tristan, wake up."

Don't get me wrong; I love my best friend but I also love my sleep.

"Daisy, go away. Let me sleep." I grumble. "Come on, Tristan, I need someone to talk to while I curl my hair." Daisy begged. "Leave me alone." I flipped my head to the other side away from her.

She bent down and flipped my mattress over! "Daisy, what the hell?" I shout. "Get up! I don't want to be alone. Come talk with me!" She pleaded. She is so feisty. I don't have the willpower to deal with it right now. "I wanna sleep!" I huffed, flipping my mattress back and laying back down.

There was a knock at the door. "Gah! Why?" I shout, sticking my hand out and twisting the air, letting in whoever was at the door. All while keeping my eyes closed. Yunno, true talent kind of things.

It was Nate. "Hey guys, are you ready for -" Nate began but Daisy cut him off to squeal. "London, England! I'm so excited." I shoved my head under my pillow.

"It's too early for happiness." I mumbled.

Nate walked over to my bed and started rubbing my back. "Tristan, come on, get up." I removed my head from under my pillow. "Ugh, you sound like Daisy." I muttered. I stand up out of bed and sleepiness hits me like a train. I hold my arms out. "Catch me." I say.

I fall forward and lay my head on Nate's chest. "Do we have to go right now?" I blurt loud enough for Daisy to hear. She came running out from the bathroom. "We are going to London, England. I don't give a crap what you have to say." She growled. Nate and I laughed at her.

"Okay, well, we gotta get ready soon." Nate announced. "Okay, we'll be over in your guys's room when were done." I started shoving him out the door. "Okay, see you in a bit." Nate winked as I began closing the door all the way.

Sophie, Goldilock's daughter passed by. "Hey, Sophie!" Nate called out, walking after her. I shut the door.

He thinks he's cute, I thought.

I grabbed a towel from the closet and walked into the bathroom. I saw Daisy giving me a look in the mirror. "What?" I blurted. "Oh, nothing. Just that look on your face. It's funny." Daisy smiled.

"Excuse me? What look? Daisy, that's my face! What are you trying to say?" I snap back, examining my face in the mirror. "The look on your face. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you like Nate!" Daisy laughed.

I exhaled. "Looks like you don't know any better." I shrugged.

"Oh, please. You like him and you know it." She smirked. "I like sleep and I know it." I winked, clicking my tongue and turning on the shower.

*****

After getting out of the shower, I got dressed in a short-sleeved white t-shirt, a long sleeved sky blue jacket , skinny jeans, and black converse. Daisy was wearing a pink short sleeved lace dress, a denim jacket, and brown leather boots with a belt to match.

I grabbed my backpack and put it on. "Ready?" I looked to Daisy, fixing the straps. "Ready!" She squealed, putting on her pink flowery backpack. I walked out of the room, Daisy shut the door, and we walked to the boys' room. Daisy knocked on the door.

Trevor opened the door and the look on his face screamed nervous. "Woah, Trev, you okay?" I asked as his face got pale.

"I don't know which shirt I should wear!" He exclaimed.

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