I woke up the next morning with a creative urge. I felt like redecorating my room. Now one good thing about having rich parents is that if you want to do something and they approve of it, usually, they will pay for it.
So after taking a hot shower and changing into a pair of light pink skinny jeans, a white button up shirt, and white flip flops, I went to go find my mom.
I found her in her old office, with all of her wedding books out. She used to be a high end wedding planner and still does some occasionally.
"Hey mom," I said as I sat down in a chair in front of her desk.
"Hello Megan. How are you?" she asked as she put away her planner.
"I'm good, I just wanted to ask you something," I told her.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Well, I haven't redecorated my room in a while, and I was wondering if you cared if I stole Rebecca for the day and we painted and redecorated my room?" I asked her.
"Sure, I don't see why not. I'll let her know, and I'll have her meet you in your room, and you have one of the credit cards right?" my mother asked.
"Yep, its in my wallet," I told her as I gave her a hug.
"Have fun, and if you need anything call me, and I'll see what I can do," she said.
"Thanks mom," I said before I headed up to my room.
I had about ten minutes to make a list of stuff I wanted for my room before Becca showed up.
"Hey, you ready to go shopping?" I asked.
"If I can barrow a pair of jeans?" she asked considering she was in her work uniform.
"Here," I said as I tossed her a pair of jeans as a t-shirt.
As I got my purse and list together, she changed and then we headed down to the garage.
I decided to take my truck since there was more space and who knows what me and Becca would end up getting.
"So what all are we doing to your room?" Becca asked.
"Well, I was going to head up to Ikea and we can get furniture and bedding and stuff like that, and then we can stop by Lowe's or someplace and get paint," I told her.
"So a decorating all-nighter?" she asked.
"Basically," I said as I pulled out of the drive way.
It took us about twenty minutes to get to Ikea, and once we were there it took us another hour and a half to find all that I wanted. I ended up getting a new bed frame, night stands, dresser, book shelves, CD racks, a closet organizer, and other little organization things. Then we found a cool black, blue, and white modern bedspread.
After Ikea we headed to Home Depot where we got paint to match my bedspread and then with the bed of my truck full, we headed back to the house.
Becca and I moved most of the boxes and bags in by ourselves, but unfortunately we were only so strong, so we had some of the guys that worked for us help.
"Wow, you got a lot of stuff," Becca said as we looked at all of the boxes that filled my room.
"Yea, but we have to have some stuff to keep us up all night," I said as I started taking the bed spread and sheet off of my bed. "I say we take anything out that we can and then we paint."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Becca said as we started moving things to the center of my room and things like my nightstand and bed we took out of the room.
That took us a good half an hour and quite a bit of our arm muscle but we didn't take a break until after we had carefully painted all the walls in my room blue.
"Ahhhhh, we can actually sleep now," I said as I dove onto my bed.
"You might not want to go to sleep in those though," Becca said referring to my paint covered clothes I'd been wearing.
"This is probably true," I said as I slowly stood up and walked over to my dresser, where I grabbed a pair of sweats and a tank top.
I made my way to the bathroom and after I had washed my face I pulled my not so lovely looking hair up into a pony tail before changing and rejoining Becca on my bed.
"Much better," I said as I laid down for a second time.
"I agree, you look much more comfortable," Becca said.
"I meant the room, but yes sweats are much better also," I said as I took in the new color and theme of my room; I loved it.
"Do you think your mom is going to like it?" she asked as we both started at the ceiling.
"I think so. I just can't wait until Amy and the guys get to see it."
"Oh yea, when do they get back?"
"They get back next week," I said with a smile.
"Haha, someone is happy. Am I not good enough for you?" Becca asked sarcastically.
"You know I love you, but I miss them," I said as I started to think how boring it actually had been since they left for tour.
"Yea, so I have a question for you?" she said sitting up.
"What would that be?" I asked, joining her in the upright position,
"Ok, so just from my experience and from what I've seen I've kind of gotten the vibe/gist, whatever you want to call it, that you kinda have a slight crush on Martin."
"That so was not a question, but I don't know. We are really good friends and he's cool, and really sweet and funny, but I don't think he likes me," I said.
"I know I can't say much because I don't really know Martin, but I know a lot of guys and when they like a girl they treat her the way Martin treats you," Becca said.
"If you say so," I said, "I just don't want to get my hopes up, because as much as I loved high school, I don't miss all of the drama that went on with relationships."
"I understand, I was just curious," she said as we both closed our eyes and were soon asleep.