Beep. Beep. Beep. SMACK.
Nick groaned without opening his eyes as he put his hands over his face after blocking the irritating noise of the bedside alarm away. He didn't wanna get up yet, but he had to and he knew it.
Lazily, he threw away the mattress off of his shirtless self as he sat up on the edge of the bed with sleepy eyes. He smiled at the sight of Elvis sleeping right next the bed, "At least one of us is still in dreamland." He muttered getting up and taking his way to the bathroom.
It was the same routine for him every morning. He would wake up early, debate for a while wither he's supposed to get up today or not, ending up getting up anyway, taking a shower, open every drawer in the kitchen looking for something interesting to eat, decide he's too lazy to make breakfast today –maybe tomorrow- and end up having cereal, then dress up for work and arrive late.
But every routine has to be broken, huh?
This morning while he was taking his shower the shower broke.
Elvis woke up and started barking like crazy for no obvious reason, sometime his dogs gets as mad as he is.
After deciding he should probably change his habits and have cereal for a change, he found out he ran out of it, so, unwillingly, he made himself toast… much of a change for him.
And then, when it was time to arrive late at work, he also broke the record and arrived way too late; his boss was furious.
"Nicholas!"
"Hey,"
"I believe you realize why you're here."
He sighed, "Listen, Selena, I'm sorry I just had the crappiest-"
"-morning ever. Every morning is the crappiest for you, Gray." The black haired baby faced woman said with seriousness.
"I'm sorry, okay? It won't happen again."
"You know I'm just letting this all go because we were sort of friends at high school, right?"
Although it was not even near true but he nodded; they never talked in high school unless you count this time in the laboratory when he put a rat in her best friend's –Taylor- bag and she went psych on him while he ignored.
"Then make me not regret it, Nick."
"I said I'm sorry, Selena." He rolled his eyes.
She sighed, "This is the last warning, Nick. I'll be checking up on you first thing Monday. Sort out those crappy mornings in the weekend, alright?"
"Will do." He resisted yawning. Can't she just let it go? He said he won't do this again; end of story. It's not like he says it everyday!
"You may go now." she dismissed him, and relieved he left quickly.
Well, he was not lying when he said that this is the crappiest morning. Maybe he says that to get off of her hook everyday, but today it's true. And this is not about the broken shower or the lack of cereal only –even though they're major problems for him- but he also had a bad dreamful night.
He had weird dreams, there were faceless people but he looked so familiar with them and they seemed to be chilling out only. And there was that other scene where he was seemingly lost in a foreign street with the same faceless people looking at him and feeling sorry for him.
He hates dreams enough on his own, and he just had to dream those weird creepy dreams? Why? Everybody dreams of people they know… not just faceless ones he considered his friends in dreamland!
Well, it wouldn't have bothered him that much unless he felt strange on remembering them.
He was sure it was just his troubled imagination that caused those faint sounds he heard, but the thing is he felt the sounds not heard it. But, he chose to forget that.
Once engulfed in his work and getting to socialize with his co-workers throughout the day he forgot all about the crappy morning he has got.
"Hey, Nick, we're clubbing, you in?"
"What are you even doing here?"
"Ouch, bro, you are being a little diva." Joe said in the British accent he is slowly capturing from his lady friend as he ruffled his short hair.
"You sound creepy."
"Oh, why thank you."
"That was in insult."
"What the hell, dude? Just put up with me for a moment here."
"Ha! Got you to drop the accent." Nick smiled and pointed his fore finger at his older brother who rolled his eyes.
"So, you in?"
"Sure I'm in."
"Cool, the group is complete now."
"Why? Who's coming?"
"You, me, Kev, Dani, Zac, V, Demi, Wilmer and Selena." Joe listed.
"Wow! Your British lady is not coming?"
"Nope, she's having a family member over today."
"Aha."
"How are things?" Joe smirked teasingly.
"What things?"
"Come on, the hottie bossie things… Selena!"
"Ugh," he rolled his eyes as Joe burst out laughing.
"Still hitting on you?"
"Indirectly." Nick nodded, "Joe, she's creeping me out sometimes."
"How so?" Joe smiled interested.
"Like sometimes she's all strict and then five minutes later she calls for me and is all flirty talking no matter how uninterested I act."
"She likes you."
"But I don't." He exclaimed, "If I had the option I would have quit."
"You do. You have the option!"
He shook his head, "I'd lose track of days!"
"You're such a loser."
"The loser is the one claiming he's British to girls at clubs." He smirked.
"Hey, that was only once."
"You still looked like an idiot."
"Anyway, Nicholas, finish up your work because I'm coming with you."
"Why?"
"My car is broken."
"Why didn't you go with Kevin or anyone else?"
"You're closer. Duh."
"Loser." Nick narrowed his eyes at him as he looked back at the papers in front of him before standing up to give them to Selena.
XxXx
Hours later after shots of alcoholic drinks, dancing, flirting with girls and heaps of fun with his friends, he was heading home drunk.
"Dude, it was totally a starfish."
"Nope, I'm sure it was an octopus."
"Shut up suckers, Nemo was a dolphin."
The three of them just burst out laughing hysterically in the middle of the empty dimly lit street.
"Look at us discussing what Nemo was!" Demi said through her laughters.
Joe coughed laughing hardly, "Woah, we've never been so drunk."
"Shhh."
"What? It's true-"
"Do you hear that?" Nick interrupted again.
"Hear what?" Demi asked.
"This whispering whisper." Nick answered dramatically even though he actually heard it again, but then, his drunken mind made a good laugh out of it along with the other two.
"Whispering whisper? Seriously, man?"
"Look at me I'm jumping jumpy." Demi giggled as they all laughed.
"That's not even a sentence, Dem."
"But, it's hilarious!"
A while after, when the laughters died down enough for them to be able to talk Nick looked around, "Well, I think that's my block."
"It is?" Joe looked along the perpendicular street. "Looks like it, yeah."
"You continue your journey back home and I'm going to go." Nick said already crossing the road to his own street where his house was located.
"Good luck finding your house." Demi said sincerely as Joe laughed and swung his arm around her shoulder.
Nick walked through the street hearing their voices walking away and he thought that they were now singing at the top of their lungs, he took a deep cool breathe and smiled at the good day he's had.
He loves life. And he loves living it.
He smiled even wider seeing his house from a distance; he was going to sleep and sleep and sleep… and sleep, it still didn't sound enough.
He chuckled at the thoughts in his head, "Ah, I'm so wasted."
He crossed the small gate of his house with hands in his pocket and head down tiredly, fishing his keys out of his pocket he looked up. And even though his vision was blurred by the amount of alcohol he has in his system right now, but he still saw her, that beautiful stranger with the brown long locks and the tall thin figure and most importantly the big blue eyes… just what was she doing on his porch? Or is he imagining things again?
A/N: New story with a whole new story line :) Tell me your thoughts :)