Allergic to Roses

Good? Morning

I'll spare you the bland details of Axel and I's "date".

Basically, we ate, drank, played 20 Questions, ate, and then left. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

When I got back to the apartment at around one in the morning (okay, our "date" was actually kind of long...), Ainsley was fast asleep on the couch, some over-rated chick flick on the TV in front of her. Wesley was also passed out, but in Jordan's room on her bed, over the white covers.

I walked into Ainsley's room next, and sure enough, Jordan was snoring lightly, her legs sticking out in crazy directions and her dress laying out on the floor, getting wrinkled. I stepped quietly towards the dress and draped it over the side of the bed that Jordan wasn't hogging.

I slipped out of the room, lightly closing the door and made my way to Wesley and I's room. I stepped out of my dress and shoes, and just threw on one of Wesley's shirts laying around on the floor before hopping into bed, too tired to remove my makeup or anything.

***

I awoke to the blaring tune of the Spy Kid's movie, "he's a mad man, help us save us! He's a mad man, help us save us!"

I groggily got out of the light covers and swiped Answer on the phone that oddly enough didn't look like mine.

"Hello?"

"Who is this?" A female voice sounded on the phone.

I gulped and was instantly feeling more awake at the fact that I had Axel's phone. "Uh...sorry, you must have the wrong number."

I hung up on the woman before dialing my own number and calling it.

"Julianne, I swear if this is you at seven o'clock in the fu-"

"Shut the hell up Axel, I am not a morning person."

"So why are you calling me, Sparky?" I could practically picture his insinuating smirk in my head as I listened to him.

"Don't flatter yourself, we mixed up our phones." I said, choosing to ignore the infuriating nick name.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be over your place in an hour."

"Great," I muttered sarcastically before hanging up the phone and climbing back into the warm bed.

AN HOUR LATER

"Should we wake her?" A voice asked.

"Well Axel is at our flat!" Another said.

"You're not British, Jordan, suck it up!" Ainsley said.

I groaned into my pillow, "what the fuck do you guys want?"

"Axel's looking for you," Jordan told me lightly.

"Screw that bastard, I'm sleeping."

In case you haven't noticed, I am not a morning person. At all. I tend to use more curse words than actual words, and my hair doesn't always look the nicest.

"Just give him his phone first," Ainsley told me before climbing in to the other side of the bed next to me.

"Fine!" I grumbled before getting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

I grabbed his phone off the pile of clothes on the floor and stormed out of the room to go greet Axel.

I was surprised to see Wesley cooking in the kitchen, "you can cook?"

He grinned at me, "yup," and then gave me a quick once over, "you're wearing my shirt."

I looked down, "I guess I am."