"AVIANA WAKE UPPPP!!!!!"
Opening my eyes, I see a figure coming closer to my bed, I don't budge to get up instead I roll my body towards the opposite way.
As I was going to close my eyes again, I feel my bedsheet being ripped away from my body.
"Alyssa what the fuck do you want." eager to hear her response.
"Sweetheart it's the meet and greet day, remember I got us tickets to BTS fan meeting," Alyssa says with excitement.
"Oh yeah... the one I'm being dragged to," I say with annoyance.
"Excuse me, you volunteered to come honey. Can't back out on me now." She says rolling her eyes back.
"You are 30 simping for these dudes that are in there 20's."
"Um, actually I'm only like 2 years older than Seokjin." She fires back.
"Didn't remember caring or asking," I say.
"For a sister that's only 21, you do make me just want to beat the shit out of you." She lifts her fist."
"Hilarious." sticking out my tongue at her.
"Anyways get ready before we are late." she heads out the door, closing the door shit.
I rub my eyes and look at the time on my phone. Shit. It's 9:30, why is she waking me up now?
I rush to the bathroom almost busting my ass. Every single time I run in this house with socks the floor becomes an ice rink.
I take a quick shower and put on the most basic ass outfit ever invented. I head down the stairs towards the kitchen to meet Alyssa.
Moving her focus from the fridge to me, eyeing me up and down.
"What the fuck are you doing?" questioning her actions
"Bitch really, black ripped jeans?" Alyssa says annoyed with my outfit choice.
"Yeah... What about it?" I say.
"White t-shirt? And a jean jacket? Are you trying to scare the boys? This outfit is ugly go change please."
"No... Remember I'm just going to this meet to support you, darling."
She takes my arm, gripping it tight. Dragging me up the stairs back to my room.
What has gotten into this bitch lately? I don't understand why she's acting like this.
Opening the doors to my closet, glancing at the options of clothing. I shift my eyes to the clock shit it's 10:15. Fuck were going to be late for this pointless fan meet.
"Alyssa were going to be late for your shit," I say annoyed.
"Sweetheart don't worry it starts at 12." She smirks tossing clothes onto the bed.
"You bitch, you told me it started at 11." shifting my direction towards the bed.
"Oops, I lied. Anyways put this on and don't fight back on the outfit choice." She hisses, heading off to the doorway.
I look at the clothes on the bed.
Ew... What is she trying to make me look like a slut? A thirst trap more likely. Can't believe this bitch is making me go out like this, make me dress out of my comfort zone. She can suck my imaginary d!ck.
I put on the outfit trying not to pull up a fight with Alyssa. I don't bother to look in the mirror. I head once again down the stairs towards the kitchen again. This time Alyssa is sitting on the stool waiting to see me.
