Guys, just to inform you, I changed Mony's blonde hair to brownish black bc I reserved the blonde hair for something in the future. I edited Chapter 4 at the salon part, if you wanna check it out.
Monica's P.O.V.
"C'mon, Mony, I'll give you all the food you want or I'll take you shopping, just come out of bed." my mom said as she pried the duvet off me, again.
Mom was trying to pull me off my bed, on a Monday morning. Of course, this is abnormal for me to not go to school. I'm a nerd, blame me.
I wasn't getting up from my bed because I still didn't get over the fact that my dad is getting married and he didn't even tell me about the girl, better yet, talk to me for months!
"Nooo," I whined and pulled the covers on again.
"I'm gonna turn the AC off if you won't get up." she 'threatened'. Psh, lile that'd work.
"Then, I'll just peel the covers off of me and sleep again." I said and buried my head in a pillow.
"Monyyyy, I'll make you chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, omelettes, anything just get up." I didn't budge so she just sighed and threw her hands up in the air in defeat.
"You know what, fine!" she muttered and went out, closing the door behind her.
I sbuggled in my pillow and enjoyed the alternative cool air circling in my room.
Turn of the AC my ass.
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"Mony, Mony, c'mon wake up." A familliar voice called out softly.
I grunted in response.
"Mony, c'mon, don't let me drag you."
I shook my head stubbornly.
"Fine." my intruder huffed then suddenly I feel hands around my ankles, pulling me.
"What in the name of Nutella dellies?" I said as I wiggled my ankles and freed them from my bestfriend's grasp and stood up.
"Nutella dellies?" Brandon raised an eyebrow at me.
"Nutella delicacies. I'm hungry." I shrugged.
"Then get ready and go downstairs to eat your breakfast." I was about to ask him what he was doing here in the first place but he shut the door as he went out.
I sighed and took a body-melting bath in my tub then dressed up in a pair of leggings and purple sweatshirt with 'SWAG' written in baby pink bold letters.
I brushed my down my brown locks then finally went downstairs.
Just as expected, as I walked in the kitchen, the aroma of freshly made hashbrowns, chocolate chip pancakes, omelettes and bacon greeted my nostrils.
"Heaven. I smell heaven." I said as I sat down on a stool next to Brandon on the breakfast bar.
"And you finally decided to come down. I should've called Brandon earlier if I knew he was the only one that could drag you out of that bed." mom commented.
I snorted, "Ironic. He actually dragged me out of bed, like, literally. Just give me my breakfast so that I can sulk in my room again." I said, a little to bitchily.
I hate how the female dog word rolls out of my tongue or how it sounds when I think about it. It's... eerie.
"Mony, is it that time of the month? 'cause I understand, I mean I have 3 sisters and I usually buy them their girl needs if th-" Brandon started but I cut him off.
