The Next Morning
8:15 am, Sunday
I woke up painfully early, not ready to start this excruciating day. To be fair, I haven't even gotten out of bed yet. It's also only Sunday. It's not like it's Monday, i'm being a tad bit overdramatic. I'm in the mood for my comfort food, chocolate chip pancakes with strawberries on the side and a drizzle of honey on top.
By the time I got out of bed it was already 8:30. I'm a morning person, when I was to be. I considered taking a shower before going downstairs, but then decided I was too lazy and crossed that idea out.
On the way down the stairs, I stumbled on my own foot, but managed to catch myself on the railing. Go me.
Once behind the stove, I got my long strawberry blonde hair out of my face by tying it up into a high bun.
Going into my black nike sweatshirt, I dug our my phone and opened Pinterest, finding my favorite recipe.
Getting all the ingredients together, I grab two big bowls and put the dry ingredients into one; leaving wet into another.
Using the whisk, I mix the wet ingredients together and slowly pour them into the dry.
(💀skip the cooking part cause I'm lazy oop)
Putting my plate in the sink, i jolted upstairs into the bathroom to get the water warm for my shower. I walked to my room and picked it my clothes for the day. Usually I dress casual on Sundays, but today I felt like dressing fancy.
Closing the bathroom door, I immediately was warmed up by the steam coming around the glass door. Maybe sleeping in shorts in the winter isn't the wisest idea a girl could make who's generally cold 24/7 anyways.
I slipped into the shower, closing the glass door behind me. I stared at the lavender walls in a daze, thinking about Sam.
Oh yah. About that. Let me tell you what happened.
About 30 Minutes after my father left yesterday , I got a text from Sammy. He said that he was on his way, but he got caught up and when he went downstairs, there was a surprise party for him.
I believed him, mainly because of the many drunk pictures him and his friends posted last night and deleted early morning. Yes, I follow some of his friends. Just because they're nice to look at, doesn't mean i'm gonna drastically fall in love with them, so what's the harm?
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Texting Sam Wilkinson
FanfictionLyra Daniels has had interesting life from the start, always being shy and underappreciated. Only child with a Mom whose hardly home but still her best friend. Being taught from the start not to trust people with your feelings until you fully know...
