Guitar Drama // l.h

Cold Wake Ups and Prank Calls

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Chapter 6: Cold Wake Ups, Prank Calls, & the 4 Hour Shift

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6:45 AM - Jessie's POV

Pink fluffy unicorns.. OH MY GOD they're so fluffy! I want one, gimme the pink uni-corn! I want my uni-corn! It's right there. I reach my hand out to grab the Cornie..got it! Yes! It's mine! Can it talk? Talk Cornie, talk!

"BEEEP BEEP BEEEP." Cornie's mouth opens. What?

"BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEP." I am confused. Wait..where is Cornie going? What is this pink metal object doing instead of Corni-

"JESSIE WAKE UP!"

I shoot myself up, panicking.

"What? What? Is there a robber? A pedo? What's going on?" I jump to conclusions, my eyes scanning the entire bottom floor. Nothing. I just had a dream about unicorns. What a wonderful way to wake up.

"Wai-" I can only say half of the word, thanks to a bucket of cold icy water that has been poured all over my head.

What the..?

Well this has escalated quickly.

I look up and see Luke standing behind me, holding a blue plastic bucket still dripping from the water. Oh, he didn't. He should know to never mess with a Jessie.

He smiles evilly. Oh he's in for it. I have an idea...

"Good morning Lucas. Would you like a hug?" I get up from the couch and start running after him. I let out a strange giggle, making Luke laugh back.

"You'll never catch me!" He giggles, and I laugh. Being childish is fun. At least, when it has something to do with water and Luke Hemmings. We start running down the hallway, passing a few rooms. He throws back the bucket, and I stop to pick it up for future use. When I turn back, he has disappeared.

"Oh I will!" I yell, determined. I hear a door slam, it sounds like it came from the far left. My room. He's in my room. He can't go in there! For important reasons.

I sprint as fast as I can to the red painted wood, and then run into my door, trying to open it. But I can't. Because he locked it. Why did I have to place a lock there? Stupid preteen years..

"Luke Hemmings open the freaking door!" I scream, pounding the wooden barrier with my fist. The bashes echo the hallway. Luke stays silent for a moment.

"The last time I checked, the door wasn't freaking out, you were." He laughs at his own joke. I have to admit, that was a good one. I sigh and kick the door, leaving a tiny dent. Thanks a lot, Luke.

"Oh shut up, will you?" I yell, even though he could probably already hear me if I whispered. Luke never said anything back. I groan. He had to take it literally, didn't he?

"Luke, just open the door already!" I sigh, tired. Then I realize, my hair! OH MY GODー oh never mind. It's probably flat because of the water. Speaking of water, my pyjamas are drenched and I need my clothes. Which are in my room.

I put two hands and my right ear to the door, trying to hear what he's doing in there. All I hear is a lot of shuffling, like he's moving around a lot. The uncomfortable feeling of my wet sticky clothes motivates me to keep on trying to get him out, but he just stays put.

"Lucas! Open the fucking door!" I scream, and groan at the same time, now shivering from the wetness. He just won't listen, will he?

"Fine, fine. Here." He sighs, opening the door. I smirk and immediately take my chance, wrapping my arms around his neck and squeezing our bodies together. This should make him cold. He screams and groans, making me grin.