The next day, Haylie was surprisingly up at seven in the morning just because she was planning on just hanging out with Michelle, Natalya and Victoria basically for the whole day, and frankly, she would be glad to be anywhere else than with these two "winners" for a day. She was currently in the bathroom, just token a shower and she was still wrapped in a towel and was currently blow-drying her hair when there was a knock on the door and someone saying, "What's taking you there so long? I thought girls took like two hours in the bathroom getting ready for the day, not things like you." Well, that was a Mike thing to say.
"Uh, I am a girl thank you very much loser, and uh, yeah, it's called I still have to do my hair which takes about two hours, and my makeup which takes around three hours, so I'll be here for a while." Haylie replied.
"God damnit." Mike said as he'd walked away from the bathroom.
"Ahha, loser." Haylie muttered as she went back to blowdrying her hair. Yeah, she kindly "forgot" to mention that she has to apply some face acne stuff on her face and do her eyebrows, so yeah…she will be here for a while, that was why she woke up at seven, and set up the girls day out thing at around two.
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"Haylie, you almost done in there or what?" Mike asked for like the billionth time as he checked the clock and it read 10:33, "you do know that there's two other people in this room that would like to use the bathroom." He added.
"So, it's called waking up earlier than seven to do all that." Haylie replied.
"What exactly are you doing in there anyways?" Mike asked as he walked up to the bathroom, opened the door and saw Haylie still in her towel that she used earlier, straightened blond hair and with pink stuff all over her face.
"Apparently we're being attacked by a blond monster with a pink face, how original,' Mike said as he'd received a kick in the shin by Haylie. "Ow, what was that for?" Mike asked.
"This is clearly stuff I need for my face, ya dumbass." Haylie said.
"Wait, that's stuff for you're face?" John asked, turning around to see a downed Mike holding his shin and Haylie, hands on her hips, ready to pounce on Mike and beat the crap out of him.
"Uh yeah, apparently I'm one of those "lucky" adults that still can get acne." Haylie said.
"You still get acne?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, because I was lucky enough not to get it during those stupid teenager years, but not, it just suddenly wants to make its attack on my face." Haylie said.
"And how old are you?" John asked.
"Twenty." Haylie replied, as she closed the bathroom door.
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Like fifteen years (in John and Mike's mind) which was more like five hours, Haylie finally emerged out of the bathroom, wearing a white sequin tank top which was underneath a black sweater and black skinny jeans.
"Thank goodness, it was like fifteen years." Mike said as he ran straight for it and closed the door.
"But it really five hours stupid." Haylie said as she plopped back first on her bed. God, I can't wait for this to be over.