A/N
I am so sorry, I don't even know what's been going on lately! First Wattpad deletes an entire chapter I had written out for this story, now I find out it deleted like 80% of chapter seven!! OMG why!? I am soooo frustrated you have no idea!!! So here is the rest of chapter seven that got deleted; sorry again for this little mishap!!
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Marilyn's P.O.V.
"Who the fuck," Rachel woke up startled, "sets THAT as an alarm!?"
"I like that song," I said defensively.
"You like waking up to a heart attack every morning!?"
"Stop being such a pussy," I laughed. "You're fine."
"I'm not being a pussy," she defended. "But that is a completely terrifying alarm tone and you know it!"
I just laughed, Rachel was always one to be a little dramatic; I mean I couldn't complain because, you see, I was just as dramatic. But that didn't mean I couldn't roll my eyes at her for being that way, right?
Right off the bat we began the 'getting ready ritual' we always do. Hair first, then makeup, next was clothes, and before we knew it.... we were done. with exactly forty minutes left until the boys got here. I quickly shoved a pair of black tunnels in my ears. And walked out into my living room, back to Rachel.
"Are you serious?" Rachel began whining. "We could've slept at least another half hour!"
"Calm yourself," I sighed. "Now we have time to double and triple check everything."
She rolled her eyes and made herself comfortable on my couch, turning on our tv. I made my way to the back room, which was pretty much like our storage room, and grabbed sunscreen (god knows I'd need it), tanning oil for Rachel, and beach towels.
I walked back into the kitchen and set all the stuff on the counter and walked back up to my room to grab a beach bag. I figured I should grab a pair of underwear just in case. Who knows? Maybe I'll need them.
As I walked downstairs with my bag, I glanced at Rachel on my couch, looking bored as ever, and made my way back into the kitchen. Literally in the middle of packing the bag, Rachel have me a heart attack.
"HOLY SHIT!!"
"WHAT?" I screamed back.
She ran into the kitchen. "Don't your parents have like a jillion of those Seagrams coolers things?"
"Are you serious?" I looked at her like she was crazy.
"What?"
"You almost made me shit my pants over BOOZE!?"
"Don't be such a pussy, Mare Bear," she said mimicking me from earlier this morning.
"Jesus Christ," I laughed. "Yeah, there's a ton in the fridge in the garage," I pointed in the direction of the garage. "And for the love of god Rachel," I whined. "How many times have I told you not to fucking call me that? We aren't twelve anymore."
"Bt don't you think Shay would think it was just adorable?"
"God no," I scoffed. "And you're not gonna call me that in front of the guys!"
"It's really not that serious," she laughed.
"Says the one who hasn't been called that since we were, like, twelve," I stated.
"That was a genius name, you know it was," she acted serious.
"It was utterly original," I gave it right back to her.
