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Today just wasn't Clary's day. It started in the morning when she woke up to the terrible smell. It was exactly like she'd imagine the rotting eggs would smell like; she jerked up into a sitting position and looked around herself frantically. After a few seconds her lips curled into a sneer when she found out the source of the smell were actually Paul's feet that were very close to the place her head was laid before she woke up.
She grabbed her pillow and blanket and moved to the side a little, so that she was in a safe distance from Paul and his stinking legs. It only took a few seconds for her to find the right position and then she was ready to dive back into the land of dreams. Closing her eyes, she waited for the darkness to surround her and take her away from the reality.
The darkness never came though. And so she rolled around, fought with the blanket when her legs got tangled in it, struggled with her hands, putting them into whatever position she could've think of and eventually gave up. She had to accept the fact that she wasn't going to fall asleep anytime soon.
Sighing, she threw the blanket off of her and slowly stood up; the last thing she wanted was to get dizzy and pass out. That had happened before and it definitely wasn't an experience she would like to repeat. And after successfully getting up she made it to the bathroom where she spent some quality time with herself.
After cleaning her teeth, putting some peeling on her face and applying decent amount of makeup, then and only then she found herself looking acceptable for the day ahead of her and walked out of the bathroom. Naively thinking the boys would be up by now, she was met with a harsh reality when she walked into the living room and found them all over the floor; still deep asleep.
A plan formed in her head, one that made her eyes sparkle with mischief and her lips to curl into a dangerous smirk. She tip toed to the kitchen, grabbing two pans quietly, she went back to the living room. With one swift move she clapped the pans together; as soon as they clashed a loud, ear-wracking sound made its way through the house. It was so loud that for a second Clary would swear she felt her bones vibrate under that sound.
The boys jumped up in alarm and looked around frantically for the source of the sound. When Paul noticed his best friend standing just a few steps away from him with two frying pans in hand, he realized what had happened. ''Seriously Clary?''
The red head sent an innocent smile in Paul's direction and threw the frying pans onto the wooden coffee table. ''What?''
''What do you mean 'what'?'' He gave her a funny look, ''you couldn't wake us like a normal person? Like I don't know, by gentle shake maybe?'' When she didn't say anything he continued, ''Or you could've just let us sleep. It's Saturday for fuck's sake!''
Clary chuckled, shaking her head in the process. ''Exactly! You need to get up early because it's Saturday! We need to clean this place and you need to give me a ride back to my place afterwards hot stuff.''
Paul groaned, kneeling down he grabbed his pillow and threw it at Clary. Cutting through the air, the pillow landed perfectly; hitting its target in the head and making her stumble a little bit.
Clary growled, she didn't see that coming, but she wasn't one to back away from a fight. Especially not from a pillow fight. She reached for the pillow and with one swing she sent it flying at Embry, who was sitting on the sofa with his head on his arms; it was obvious he had tried to fight the sleepiness, yet hadn't win.
Clary's aim was good, at least as good as Paul's, because she actually did manage to hit Embry; the poor boy almost jumped out of his skin when the pillow made contact with the back of his head and then made a thud! sound when it fell to the ground.
Embry looked around himself, probably to make sure he was still at the same place where he fell asleep; thoughts were running through his head, not a single one of them of great importance or with meaningful content. And so he decided to stay quiet instead and with a small sigh he let his body fall down onto the sofa; trying to fall asleep again was something in what Clary definitely didn't support him, and so she closed the space between them with a few steps and shook him awake again. ''Time to do something useful, Em.''
She was about to go and grab a bucket with a mop when her phone went off, signaling she had a new message. More specifically from her dad; he was letting her know, that he wouldn't be at home when she'd get there because he was going to pick up Bella from the airport.
So the day Clary was so nervous about was today; good to know. She hoped Bella would changer mind eventually and decided to rather travel the world than live with her father and step sister. Guess that isn't happening anytime soon.
Clary's day couldn't get any worse. At least that's what she thought.
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