What on earth was the time?

Cody awoke, blinked for a few seconds to get his eyes into gear, and took a peek at the analog clock on his beside table.

Ahh, 10:25am... a hell of a long night's sleep, then.. I wonder if my girl's messaged me.. ARGHH! 10:25?! HOLY CRAP!

Cody had just remembered he was meant to be meeting Barbara at the cinemas at 'precisely quarter to 11, babe (insert lip-smacking kissing noise here)', and he was still in his pyjamas, in bed. How the hell was he supposed to heave his ass out of bed, have a shower, get dressed, have breakfast, heave his ass out of the hotel, and catch a bus to the movies (which took about 10 minutes, note) all in a matter of 20 minutes, and still keep his girl satisfied?

"C'mon God!" Cody said, gazing up at the ceiling and then back down again to his clock, "How the hell is this possible?"

He thrust the bedsheets off himself and without a second thought (even of the fact Zack was asleep in the room with him) ran across the room to... wait a second, Zack!

Cody had relied on his twin brother last night to set up his mobile phone to have an alarm on in the morning for 9:30am at the latest (Cody's own alarm had broken, ya see), but now staring in disgust at his fat, snoring lardass of a brother, Cody could now see his brother's phone screen was completely black. Switched off.

"..Oh, that's just fantastic, Zack," Cody uttered sarcastically, "bloody fantastic! Now I'm gonna be late and she's gonna be going crazy!"

And Cody turned to leave his brother (who he now knew for certain was a total silly bastard) to get some clothes and get a shower, and hope that if he called Barbara after he'd done she wouldn't be too mad that he was gonna be another half hour at the least.