Invisible I
Nocturnal
I woke up to my phone alarm. The goddamned thing was blaring a song I didn't recognize, and I went to shut it off when I saw that it wasn't my phone alarm. I was getting a phone call.
"Hello?" I said drowsily into the phone.
"Hi Caramel!" Tyler shouted into the phone.
"Um, ouch? And shouldn't you be asleep or something?"
"Nope! We've been nocturnal since you left so we can talk to you!"
"Wait... so Carmen's awake, too?" I said, sitting up.
"Yeah. We're all awake and in your apartment. It's been like a nonstop party at your place since you left. We're not even in my house!" Tyler said. I heard someone grab the phone from him and some obscenities before another voice came over the phone.
"Hey Marshmallow! Any One Direction sightings?!" Carmen shouted into the phone.
"What is up with you guys and shouting?!"
"Sorry," she said in her normal voice. "So? Have you seen One Direction yet or not?!"
"One Direction? Who the heck are they?"
I heard her gasp.
"I put their music on your phone! Haven't you heard their songs yet?!"
"Um... no? And I don't intend to, either. I'm only jogging to Starbucks. I don't have enough time to listen to One Direction songs. Plus, Ash told me they weren't very good anyway," I said, getting out of bed. I grabbed a white sweatshirt and my new jeans and a blue top out of my suitcase and threw them in the bathroom.
"WHAT?!?!?!?! ASHTON!!" she screamed. I heard someone else grab the phone.
"So, how's London?" Mika asked.
"Well, I got soaked on the first day, and I have a date tonight so it's kind of mixed conclusions right now," I said, cleaning my glasses.
"Ooh! What's his name?!" Mika asked, obviously excited.
"Harry. I'm not sure what his last name is. Something that starts with an 's' maybe?" I said, collapsing onto my couch.
"Sounds familiar. I'll Google it or something. You go get ready for your date. Bye!" she said, hanging up before I could answer.
"Bye," I said, throwing my phone on my bed and walking to the bathroom to take a shower.
I dressed in my clothes and lightly applied eyeshadow and lipgloss, careful not to overdo it, then grabbed my notebook and pulled on my shoes, then walked out the door and to Starbucks.
Once there, I pulled my notebook out of my bag and began writing. I never really wrote anything specific, just random songs or short stories. Today I wrote half a song before I was rudely interrupted by Curly - err... Harry.
"Whatchya got there?" he said, sitting down across from me and peering at my notebook.
I slammed it shut and shoved it back in my bag. "Nothing," I said, frustrated.
"Well, it's obviously something," he said cheekily, grinning at me.
"Okay, so let me rephrase that. Nothing you need to know about," I replied. Cheeky bastard.
"So are you ready to go then?"
"I guess so," I said, standing up. He stood up, too, and stared at my sweatshirt, furrowing his eyebrows. "What are you staring at?" I asked, weirded out a little.
"Your sweater. I have a shirt that says that exact same thing," he said, looking up at my face again.
"Okay then let's go," I said, gesturing toward the door.
This was going to be a long day.
"Hello?" I said drowsily into the phone.
"Hi Caramel!" Tyler shouted into the phone.
"Um, ouch? And shouldn't you be asleep or something?"
"Nope! We've been nocturnal since you left so we can talk to you!"
"Wait... so Carmen's awake, too?" I said, sitting up.
"Yeah. We're all awake and in your apartment. It's been like a nonstop party at your place since you left. We're not even in my house!" Tyler said. I heard someone grab the phone from him and some obscenities before another voice came over the phone.
"Hey Marshmallow! Any One Direction sightings?!" Carmen shouted into the phone.
"What is up with you guys and shouting?!"
"Sorry," she said in her normal voice. "So? Have you seen One Direction yet or not?!"
"One Direction? Who the heck are they?"
I heard her gasp.
"I put their music on your phone! Haven't you heard their songs yet?!"
"Um... no? And I don't intend to, either. I'm only jogging to Starbucks. I don't have enough time to listen to One Direction songs. Plus, Ash told me they weren't very good anyway," I said, getting out of bed. I grabbed a white sweatshirt and my new jeans and a blue top out of my suitcase and threw them in the bathroom.
"WHAT?!?!?!?! ASHTON!!" she screamed. I heard someone else grab the phone.
"So, how's London?" Mika asked.
"Well, I got soaked on the first day, and I have a date tonight so it's kind of mixed conclusions right now," I said, cleaning my glasses.
"Ooh! What's his name?!" Mika asked, obviously excited.
"Harry. I'm not sure what his last name is. Something that starts with an 's' maybe?" I said, collapsing onto my couch.
"Sounds familiar. I'll Google it or something. You go get ready for your date. Bye!" she said, hanging up before I could answer.
"Bye," I said, throwing my phone on my bed and walking to the bathroom to take a shower.
I dressed in my clothes and lightly applied eyeshadow and lipgloss, careful not to overdo it, then grabbed my notebook and pulled on my shoes, then walked out the door and to Starbucks.
Once there, I pulled my notebook out of my bag and began writing. I never really wrote anything specific, just random songs or short stories. Today I wrote half a song before I was rudely interrupted by Curly - err... Harry.
"Whatchya got there?" he said, sitting down across from me and peering at my notebook.
I slammed it shut and shoved it back in my bag. "Nothing," I said, frustrated.
"Well, it's obviously something," he said cheekily, grinning at me.
"Okay, so let me rephrase that. Nothing you need to know about," I replied. Cheeky bastard.
"So are you ready to go then?"
"I guess so," I said, standing up. He stood up, too, and stared at my sweatshirt, furrowing his eyebrows. "What are you staring at?" I asked, weirded out a little.
"Your sweater. I have a shirt that says that exact same thing," he said, looking up at my face again.
"Okay then let's go," I said, gesturing toward the door.
This was going to be a long day.
8/3/13