The Cliché Cupid ||COMPLETED||✔

Chapter 8- Wanting To Slap You Into Next Week To Kissing You Senseless!

Andrea's POV

Sunlight.

I hate sunlight with a burning passion.

Why? You ask. Because, now I have to get my ass up and face the hangover which I truly deserve.

I have been feeling the wrath of Thor's hammer inside of my head for a solid ten minutes and I am pretty sure it's here to stay.

Cursing Apollo for sunlight, I get up and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Honestly the worst thing I could have done, because there is a huge mirror in the bathroom and my hair, let's just say I can nail the Anna's bed hair scene in frozen.

Yup, it was that bad. There was mascara running down my face, because of the extreme crying and my eyes were probably redder than Mars.

It looked like I was stoned or something. Sighing, I brush my teeth and splash water on my face and go for taking a shower.

After a good fifteen minutes I come out and change into black leggings and a Minnie Mouse crop top. I go down and she Kyle's parents having breakfast.

"Morning mom and dad." I say to Rachel and Harry, Kyle's parents. Yes, I call them mom and dad and they take me as their daughter.

"Morning honey, did you sleep well?" Rachel says pouring out coffee for Harry.

"Yup. How bout you?" I reply, taking a seat and grabbing some toast for me.

"I slept great, minus Harry's snoring. I swear he is a pig." Rachel says, smirking to herself.

"Hey! I don't snore," Harry defends himself while sipping his coffee. I chuckle at their loving banter.

They were more like parents to me than my real ones. They knew how it was at home and didn't mind me one bit.

"Your parents home again?" Harry asks, I nod my head chewing my toast.

A moment of silence passes between us but it's gone as soon as it came as Kyle enters the kitchen screaming, I mean singing on top of his voice,

"Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

So tell me what you want, what you really, really want

I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

So tell me what you want, what you really, really want

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna,

I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazag."

I put my fingers in my ears to block out the noise, and pray for all the people within a hearing range.

Continuing to pelt out the lyrics to 'Wannabe' he pours himself some OJ and drinks it all in one gulp.

Typical Kyle.

Pulling my fingers out of my ears I get up and place my plate in the sink and wash my hands.

"We are having a movie day today." Kyle says in a sing song voice.

I nod my head having no problem with it. Going to school meant facing the idiots that go there and honestly I wasn't in the mood to do so.

So I grab about fifteen blankets and start making a fort. Kyle is picking the movie so I go and get some popcorn and skittles. The opening music starts to play and I find that he has chosen 'Jaws'. Cool.

Halfway through the movie, the doorbell rings, nudging Kyle I point at the door.

He shakes his head as a no and I get up to go and open it. Outside I see a smirking leather jacket clad Ryder.