The Boy 3 Doors Down

Chapter One: Falling Out Of Bed - EDITED

I was warped in darkness, I couldn't move! I found myself trying to scream my head off but nothing came out of my agape mouth. I was stuck! I couldn't move, my mind was realing telling my toes to wiggle, or my fingers to twitch but nothing. I just kept falling, and falling, and falling until-

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Mmmmrrggg ughh." I groaned prying my eyes open and involuntarily slapping the snooze button on my iPhone. When my many attempts failed, I rolled over on my bed to my nightstand, trying to grab my phone but nearly banging my forehead on the edge of the wooden surface and landing flat on my face feeling the fluffy white rug beneath me.

I groaned even louder at my self humiliation realizing that this has become a daily routine ever since school started a couple months ago. It's Monday, 6:30 in the morning Monday, to be exact. And I immediately regretted ever physically waking up from my sleep paralysis, that I had almost every morning, I would rather stay falling into complete darkness than roam through the hell that is Pine Wood High.

One more long, meaningful groan and I was on my feet, stumbling, but on my feet nonetheless. I grabbed my phone and managed to unlock it, even though I was still half asleep, to shut off the alarm and realized that I had one message from Ashley, my best friend. This had also become a routine that she would text me every morning and make sure I was awake, and when I replied she would facetime me to make sure I was really awake. So, I set my phone back into the iHome, walked into my bathroom and waited for her call.

Not even half way through my Neutrogena cleansing I heard the monotonous ringing and ran back over, face dripping, to my nightstand to answer it. But of course I wouldn't be Lauren Brown if I didn't hit my hip against the doorknob in the process. "Goddammit!" I whispered/shouted.

I finally made it to the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Skippy!" Her bright face lighting up the screen.

I greeted her with the usual grunt, if it wasn't obvious already I was not a morning person, but she was. And I hated it when she called me Skippy, it was because last summer my annoying devil of a little brother had put Skippy peanut butter into a pair of my favorite white shorts. And of course I was wearing a thong so that my underwear didn't show, and once I put the shorts on lets just say it went downhill from there.

"Well then grumpy pants, I see it's one of these mornings. Fell out of bed again?" She knows me too well, I grunt in response. "Alright Lauren, enough with the caveman act. Dry off your face and come help me pick an outfit, it's a new week! And I don't know who I want to be yet."

Ashley had this thing where she had one particular style a week, last week it was Mean Girls themed. Lots and lots of pink, yeah my best friend's weird as shit. But, she doesn't care what people think, and I love her for that.

I patted my face dry with the towel hanging on my door and ran over to my nightstand, grabbing my phone and sitting Indian style on the bed. I stared into the very purple vortex that was Ahley's room. She had her phone set on her desk so I could see into the massive walk in closet, just beside the bathroom.

"Ok, so I was thinking alternative, maybe grunge-esque this week since last week was so girly. You know 90s, what do you think?" She turned around in the doorway of her massive closet whipping her dirty blonde hair and holding a whole outfit in one hand and Doc Martens in the other. She set the clothes on the bed and hovered her phone over the carefully placed outfit to show me. There was a plain black tank top, light acid wash denim shorts, a black and grey flannel, a white snapback and her matte black Doc Martens.

"It's cute! Really like the flannel." I mustered up as much enthusiasm as I could, she hated it when I would just say "It's fine" or "Yeah okay".

She flipped the camera back over, "really? I was thinking this might be my favorite outfit, it's really in style now." She squealed, and I just rolled my eyes at her over enthusiasm. I really don't understand how a person could be this excited in the morning, for pete's sake it's Monday!