The Dream Chaser

S E V E N T E E N: Their wings disappear into their ass

S E V E N T E E N: Their wings disappear into their ass

I was woken up by the most irritating sound in the world.

My alarm.

Well, I was lucky that it wasn't Jason's alarm, like most days, because he has set some sort of choking/screaming sound as his wake-up call.

I wouldn't have been able to handle that at 11:30 on a Saturday morning.

After sitting up slowly and rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands, I took my phone and switched off the alarm. Why the hell was I doing this again?

Oh right, Brad has a day full of fun planned for us. How wonderful...

Without any motivation to do something useful today, I got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, where I washed my face and applied a few coats of mascara to my lashes. I definitely wasn't going to put a lot of effort in my appearance today.

After quickly tying my hair in a high messy ponytail, I pulled a pair of light washed distressed skinny jeans out of my side of the closet, and paired it with a thin white knit sweater and a pair of beige combat boots. Presentable enough if you ask me.

When I arrived in the canteen, I still had twenty minutes until I had to leave with Bradley, so there was plenty of time left to eat a granola bar and check all my social networks to see what other people had been up to.

"You seriously got up?" Brad asked surprised as he sat down next to me.

I took a bite of my breakfast and mumbled, "Nice to know how much faith you have in me."

He chuckled, "I just assumed that I was going to have to drag you out of bed."

"Yeah, well", I said, "looks like it's your lucky day."

Bradley raised both his eyebrows, "What the hell is up with you today?"

"God, Brad, I've been up for less than half an hour. Give me some time to wake up."

That earned me another chuckle from him, "I just hope your mood is going to change during the day."

When we were both finished with our breakfast, Bradley and I walked outside and got inside his car, and I decided to say something positive.

"I like the colour of your car."

"It's black."

"Yeah, like I said, it's nice. Black cars are great", I shrugged.

"Okay", He said with a small smile.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You just wait and see, but we're going to be in here for a while, so let's play a game."

I groaned, "You sound like my mum. And no, I'm not playing I spy with you."

"No, no I spy. I was thinking of something useful, like truth or dare, but then without the dare part", he suggested.

"So you wanna play 'tell the truth', and if the person doesn't want to answer the question, he or she has to take a shot?" I looked at him with a funny expression, "I don't know how you think about it Brad, but driving under influence doesn't sound like a good idea to me."

He rolled his eyes, "No drinking, just questions."

"So... twenty questions, but then with more than twenty questions?"

"Basically."

I sat up straight, "Okay, I'll start. Where are we going?"

He sighed, "I should have known you were going to ask that...The zoo."