Cough Syrup[UPDATING VERY SLOW]

Chapter 1 :D

"Rosemary, get up. Come on!" A large hand clamped around my shoulder and shook it roughly, driving away the few remainders of my slumber. A low, protesting groan escaped my lips and I buried my face deeper into the softness of my pillow. I swatted the hand away lazily as it didn't let up on the shaking.

"No, it's fine. You can go," I yawned loudly. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and snuggled into my bed. He wasn't going down without a fight, though, and it was proven as the safe haven of my pillow was ripped out from beneath my head. I huffed in irritation.

I flipped to my other side so my back was to him and managed to mumble out, "Five minutes, it's all I ask--"

But, before I knew it, I was abruptly ejected from the bed by the yanking of my blanket and sent sailing to the hard, carpeted ground of my bedroom, belly-up. My eyes snapped open. I moaned and sat up, rubbing the back of my head. I whipped around once I got myself together and narrowed my eyes at the tormentor--Derrick, my older brother. He stood there, blanket in hand, and a triumphant smirk plastered on his tan features.

"Get moving, Sleeping Beauty. Don't you have a big day today or something?" he inquired, making his way out of my room. "Don't wanna be late, do ya?" At first my brows furrowed, but as the confusion brought by sleep drained away, my eyes quickly widened and I hopped to my feet. I grinned widely. "Oh my god, oh my god!" I yelped, doing a small celebration dance in my pajamas. Derrick's laughter could be heard from the hallway. " Oh, I'm taking you today and I have a lot of crap to do, so try to be a little hasty, will you?" I mumbled something along the lines of agreement.

My brother was correct. It was in fact, a HUGE day. I'd be meeting my absolute idols, Young the Giant. For the past two weeks, I'd been counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds until this very moment. Even though it took heavy persuasion with my mom, camping outside a Wal-Mart in the middle of March, and kicking my way through the store doors to be one of the lucky buyers to get the band's album with a Meet and Greet Pass, it was absolutely worth it. Most definitely.

Excitement bubbled in my stomach as I bounced into the bathroom down the hall, kicked my clothes off, and stepped into the shower. The hot water soothed my waking muscles and 15 minutes later, after a nice cleansing, I was brushing my teeth and attempting to tame my hair into its loose, brunette curls. Once finished, with my hair deemed to as close to nice as it could get and wrapped in a towel, I scurried my way back to my bedroom and popped Young the Giant's album into my radio. The music rang in my ears loudly in all the right ways and I had a pleasant jam session, dancing around my room as I dressed into a pair of dark-washed skinny jeans, a Young the Giant tee, a light hoodie, and low-top converse.

Once I made sure I looked somewhat presentable, I threw all major requirements into my bag, double and triple checking to make sure the pass was tucked away safely in one of the pockets. I paused and stood in the center of my room. I took a deep breath as butterflies started making their way around in my stomach. This was it. Today was the day that I'd meet Jameer, François, Jacob, and Payam. My nerves began to kick in, going over all different types of screw-up situations. I could rip my pants. fall flat on my face, nervous fart...My hair could frizz out. What if they think I'm weird looking? Oh god, what--

"Rose? Didn't you want to get there at 12?" Derrick's voice drifted up the from the living room.

I glanced at the alarm clock on my desk. In green, glowing numbers it read 11:35. Time to hustle, I thought. I threw one last glance around my room, slammed the door shut behind me, and raced down the steps to meet Derrick, dressed in oil-stained jeans and a plain white shirt.

"You all set?" he asked, glancing at my outfit. I picked at the hem of my shirt and nodded at him, another smile forming on my face. He patted my back and swiftly guided me to the door and out onto the porch.