I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off. Beep Beep BEep BEep BEEP BEEP. I picked up my phone angrily turning of the annoying thing. I layed there trying to wake up when I realized my first day at work was today, and I had actually slept in for once. Shit. I had an hour to get ready. So did Monroe. I quickly go up making the room spin.
"Monroe!" I shook her, "You have to get up!"
She groaned in response. "Come on." I pulled the blankets off of her, "Get up." She moved her head so I could see her give me a glare.
"Fine." She muttered as she got up and stomped to her bathroom closing the door abruptly. Monroe was NOT a morning person, at all. So I didn't take this personally, I walked out of her room down the hall to mine and into my bathroom. I applied makeup and fixed my hair, thank god it wasn't being difficult today. I then walked to my closet and grabbed the outfit I had bought for my first day at work...even though I knew I would be changing into their uniform and it was just an aquarium job. I still wanted to look nice though. After all, "first impressions are everything." I didn't really believe in that but whatever. I got dressed and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a short brown haired brown eyed girl in a blue dressy top that faded into many shades of blue with khaki pants, and black converse. Satisfied that I looked alright, I walked down stairs into the kitchen to eat breakfast. I could hear Monroe's blow dryer in her bathroom, notifying me she was not ready yet and that I should make her breakfast too. I searched through the cupboards and fridge to come up with an idea. Oooo, french toast. <3 Yummy, I grabbed bread, eggs, cinnamon sugar, powdered sugar, and milk. As I was right in the middle of making it, Monroe walked in all ready to go with a big smile on her face. As if last night never happened.
"Ooooo! French toast!" I put three slices I had made for her on a plated and handed it over to her. She set it down and ran to the fridge to grab the milk and syrup. She poured herself and I big glasses of milk, as I turned off the stove and got my three slices and sat down next to her.
"Yum." I said eating the first bit, "and you used to say that I couldn't cook."
"Hey, in my defense you not melting the butter to make cookies, before mixing it was just not good. Total fail." She laughed still eating.
"Whatever! It was an accident! A one time ordeal! You said 'hopefully your husband can cook cause you can't!'" I said laughing thinking of the night junior year we made cookies at my house. We were talking and laughing that I just did not melt the butter while making the cookies. She was never going to let me live it down.
"Accident my butt" She said, mouth full of french toast. We bickered back and forth till we finally had to leave to go to work. We called the cab and showed up five minutes later. Monroe was the first to get dropped off since she worked about six or seven miles away from our house unlike me where mine was in the heart of Long Beach, like 30 miles away.
The cab pulled up to the aquarium I paid and jumped out.