Luck Isn't Everything.

I tried to fall back asleep for the last time trying to catch another hour of sleep before having to get up and get dressed. I pulled the blankets further up onto my head after I smothered a pillow over my face. The sun was coming out and that meant having to face another day, although it did also mean seeing Justin and a few of my other close friends, it also meant I'd be catching shit for being gone all day rather than cleaning up around the house.

When my parents had split, my Dad bolted for Illinois, leaving me with my Mother and my brother Liam. Liam always made things more bearable, but he's already a junior and is never really around anymore. He was always busy with his girlfriend of the week, his band, and I think school. I thought maybe he'd give me rides, but he basically told me to tough it out and find a way, or enjoy my vacation... So maybe he was a dick, but he was there when it mattered. Mom always took preference to Liam because after the divorce she became a drug addict, and she had Liam to thank for that. She was cleaning Liam's room and accidently found his drug stash, and things where never the same since.

I rolled to my side and felt the blanket fall a bit, to the point where my shoulder and my back were uncovered. It was around 6am and this meant I had an hour left of struggling to rest some more. I heard movement downstairs and tried to wiggle myself comfortable, ignoring the sound. "I wonder what stupid girl he has this week," I thought silently to myself. I loved my brother, but he was a jerk to girls. He didn't even have to speak to make them fall in love with him, his face did enough work for him.

I felt a cold hand placed on my shoulder and my eyes shot open. Too bad I still had a pillow over my head, but I think it was also a good thing because or else I would have screamed.
"Hey Gosh Junior, get up!" I heard in an all too familiar voice. I rolled over to see Justin sitting on the edge of the bed waiting.
"What on earth are you doing here??!" I exclaimed. "It's not even 8am, what the heck, Justin?!" I threw a pillow at him and to my surprise, he caught it.
"I know, but I was hoping that maybe if I got here early and you were already ready, we could go catch some breakfast.", he explained, "Obviously, I was hoping for a miracle."

"Hold on, let me get dressed! I'll be fast!" I jumped out of bed and headed for my computer desk, where I had set my things. I changed into some dark red/maroon jeans, a black tank top with white skulls and bones, a black cardigan, and my black booties. I accessorized with a studded ring, mascara, eyeliner on my top lid, and then ran my hand through my hair a couple of times before deciding I looked good enough to go. I placed my laptop inside my messenger bag, and then proceeded to throw a pillow at Justin who was engrossed in his phone.

“Wow, you did all of that in what, 7 minutes?” he asked looking amazed. He got up from the bed and grabbed his black Volcom backpack from beside my door.

“I would’ve taken less time, but I messed up on my eye liner the first go-round so I had to redo it.” I laughed. He grabbed my hand and pulled me away towards the stairs. I could hear his stomach grumble a bit, and I silently laughed.

“Oh. Well, come on. Where do you wanna go?”

“How does Starbucks sound?”

“THAT’S your idea of breakfast? Coffee?” He stopped midway through the stairs and turned around looking grossed out and confused.

I laughed and pulled him as I headed downstairs again. “Of course not! I’m craving so greasy greasy eggs and bacon, and greasy hash browns, ughh, yumm.” I got my keys of the key holder and headed for the door.

“This is why you’re my best friend. You’re the only girl I know who will grub down with me, play video games, skate, and help me deface buildings.” I laughed thinking about the time we spray painted Justin’s band’s name on a wall by the park.

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