A Curly Mess Of Emotions✓

22

I woke up with a start when I felt a huge mass crash upon my own.
My first thought- Has the God claimed me?
But when I saw a lock of auburn hair, and when the sound of increasing laughter rang in my ears, I understood that there it was no God, but a Carolyn Black jumping on my bed. Okay, I love Carolyn to the moon and back, she is my best friend. But can't a girl have sufficient sleep? In her own bedroom?
This is why I question my existence some times. And if I knew Cary well (which I'm pretty sure I did), then any minute now she was going to-

"Stephanie, wake up!"
Yeah, do that. And by 'that' I mean shout her lungs off within six millimetre radius of my ears. One of these days, my eardrums are going to give up.

I covered my ears with my pillow and groaned. "Why do you hate me so much?"
"Oh shut up and get up, we haven't got all day," I heard her flop on the bed.
I turned on my side and glanced at my digital clock. It was fifteen past five am.

Okay.

My annoying best friend literally jumps on me and wakes me up at half past five am. Fifteen past five anti meridiem.

And did I mention that she literally sprang on me?

I looked her dead in the eye, and asked her. "Why in the ever loving heck did you wake me up at five fifteen a.m?"

She gave me her signature cheeky grin. "Well you gotta get up to find out," she sang.

I sighed. "Fine, give me ten minutes, I'll be down," I said, motioning Cary to leave my room. She smiled and left.

As soon as I closed my eyes to breathe, another figure landed on me. Except, this figure was much stronger and had a broader frame. Also, this figure was freakishly tall and smelled like a certain thick headed idiot I know.

Forget ten minutes, these siblings can't leave me alone for thirty seconds.

Mark gave me a boyish grin, his arms caging me from both sides. "Morning, shortcake," he said.

I pushed him off the bed. He fell. Only downside: he fell down, taking me with him.
I landed on top of him, my hands on his shoulders for grip. He was below me, his hands secure on my waist. Now, this may be a very compromising position to a third person, and may make you feel uncomfortable as well. But my thoughts drifted apart to something else.

"You can't keep me apart from you, can you shortcake?" He joked, but I was too busy thinking. Too busy thinking about-

"Coffee."

This caught him off guard. "What?" He said.

"Coffee beans. And-" I sniffed him a bit more. "Not just any coffee beans. You smell like roasted coffee beans." I told him, but I was mostly telling myself.

"Uhh thanks?" He said, confused.

"And your hair-" I snuggled within his grip a little more, getting myself closer to his neck. "Your hair smells like sweet lemons,"

"What? No it doesn't," he scoffed.

"Yes it does."

"No it- Stephanie my hair does not smell like a citrus fruit,"

"Does too,"

"Does not,"

"Does too,"

"Does not,"

"Does too."

"Does not!"

"Does not?"

"Does too- Hey that's reverse psychology!"