The Boy That Changed My Life - Literally

Chapter 5

Some people classify themselves as morning people.

Those people, are not humans, but some form of aliens wanting to take over the world.

Just by a single glance, you can tell that I am not one of those happy-in-the-morning aliens.

It is currently 6:30 a.m., my definition of midnight. I fell asleep at 3:00 a.m. Why you may ask? Because Instagram and Twitter are an endless hole of distraction and sleeplessness.

Needless to say, I fell into both holes and was only pulled out when a certain light across the hallway was turned on. and made me realize that I had been told to sleep about 4 hours ago.

Having already escaped death once (those short 4 hours ago,) I put my phone away, and pretended to be asleep.

While I was able to get 3 and a half hours of sleep, that is my definition of a power nap.

Needless to say, I was dead. I looked and felt dead. I guess you could even say I was death at this point.

Stacy came in telling me to get dressed and ready for school which was an another un-needed reminder that I can not get any more sleep.

Finally giving up on the whole playing dead thing, I grab the clothes I set out last night during my instagram hole search. My outfit was an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of Lulu tights.

When you feel like death you gotta dress like death.

Over the past few weeks, I have become better at getting from my bed to my chair without Stacy's help.

After having gotten dressed, and done a tad bit of makeup, just enough to make my death look less obvious, I gather my stuff and head into the kitchen.

Stacy had left early this morning due to some teacher meeting, but had left me some pancakes to eat.

She sure knows how to please me.

Now you see, leaving early is no issue at all. The issue is that it leaves me with having to get to school with the famous Sean White.

The one person I try to avoid at all costs. Although it is quite hard when his job is to help me around.

After basically swallowing the three pancakes whole (don't judge me), I look at my phone and find Sean's number flashing at me.

Rolling my eyes, I pick up the phone. "What?" I've given up on the whole nice act with this kid. He hasn't put an ounce of effort in being nice to me so why should I?

"I'm at your door. Hurry up."

Before I can even get a word out, the line goes dead and my eyes find themselves rolling around.

After hearing the little click of the lock, I head down the ramp at the front door and find a distracted Sean leaning against his car.

Without sparing him a glance, I move myself into the passenger seat of the car, putting my backpack on my lap and closing the door.

The slam of the door seems to be the one thing that brings Sean back to reality.

He folds my chair and sits in the drivers seat beside me, starting the car.

"It seems the more time I spend with you, the longer your name gets," I say as he turns out of the street.

"What does that mean."

"Well at first it was just Mr. Sunshine, then it became Mr. Flirty Sunshine, and now it's Daddy's little Mr. Flirty Sunshine."

He glares at me, but I continue to look straight.