I'm just typing and post this, but it was started between seasons. So for this story lets just pretend that season 2 never happened.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP the alarm next to my bed went off. I hoped out of the bed looking at the clock 6am. Plenty of time to get ready. I looked over at the the other bed that had been tucked into the opposite corner of the room. Finn had moved back in thanks to me and Carols deference of him. This was as my dad called it a trial run if he said anything the least bit offensive he was out and dead I'm pretty sure. But he was not there which would have been normal for someone like me, but not Finn. On weekends he actually has the capacity to sleep past noon, as he put it one day he slept through AM meaning that he went to bed before midnight only to wake up after noon. Were as I would never understand how he does it. I ran up stairs to make sure there was nothing wrong. As there could literally be no other reason that he would be up.
He was laying on the couch with the phone to his ear.
"Finn." I said. No answer. I moved closer. He was sound asleep. I took the phone, might as well not leave the phone opened.
"And that is why I am the single thing that holds our group together." Rachel was babbling. How long has he been sleeping well she talked and had she really not noticed. I mean I can talk on the phone, but I think that I would notice; At least I hope.
"Finn." I shock his shoulder covering the receiver.
"Yeah I'm listening." He said shooting up.
"She hasn't noticed." I offered it back.
"Thank you." He mouthed.
"Have fun." I said leaving him to his ever so fascinating conversation. Ever since the two of them had got together they had been spending a intense amount of time on the phone, and from the bits of conversation I've heard the phone calls were really painful. And now I was going to have to speed up my morning routine to make up for lost time, but it was worth it. At least it was helping Finn, though if I hadn't it probably would have been better for my situation. I started my regular morning ritual; shower and such. When my phone went off saying that I had received a text message. I looked down at it.
Jeans red shirt
gold jacket.
I sent back a quick thanks before turning to my closet. No red or gold today. That wouldn't be hard they aren't really my colors, but what goes well.
Me and Mercedes had come up a system when getting dressed in the morning. The first to get dressed sends a text saying what your wearing. This is necessary for several reasons.
One being that I read some where I think in a magazine, but I don't remember which one that friends who spend to much time together start to dress alike and at first I was like that can't be true 'cause I'm way more stylish. Then it started happening, its not like some big mystery how it happens honestly. You just start going shopping together, so you have stuff from the same stores. Which makes your clothing look alike. Basically we could not let that happen. People who dress alike are creepy.
The second reason is really simple and maybe best to think about in terms of composition of a photo. You can't have one person wearing orange with the person next to them in purple, it just looks bad. So why should you let this type of horrible clashing happen in real life. So now I can make my clothing decision knowing that I will not match nor clash with the person next to me.
That was a long explanation, but I think that its important and everyone should think about adapting it.
Of course she feels the need to wear red, only one of the hardest colors to find something that complements. Looks like I have to go with neutrals. Which sucks. I ended up going with a pair of black pants and brown button up shirt. I matched it with a tweed jacket and hat.
By now it was almost time to go. I ran back upstairs. Finn was still on the couch only slightly more wake then before. I pointed to the clock.
"Get ready." I was not going to be late 'cause he needed to not listen to phone call. He nodded.
"Rach... Rach.." He tried to get a word in. He covered the receiver again. "Hold this for two seconds. Please." He pressed his lips together.
"Fine." I took it.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." he said clapping his hands together. "All you have to do is make sure it doesn't get hung up." I nodded. My friends say that I've been a push over to this whole thing with Finn and that I do to much for him, but I don't think that's true. Besides I think that I'm really starting to make some progress.
Who am I kidding I thought looking down at the phone. I lost him to girl-friend-land a place where you spend so much time with or on the phone with your girlfriend that you barley talk to your friends. So actually talking to me is completely out of the question. I put the phone on the counter still able to hear a slight buzzing of what was so important to talk about.