I woke up earlier than anticipated. Today felt like it was going to a good day. Oh yeah, I know why, I was going on a freakin' date with freakin' Harry Judd from freakin' McFly!
"Mary, please, shut the fuck up!" Briony yelled from across the hall. It was then that I realised I had shouted to the world. I pulled on some clothes and skipped down the stairs to make breakfast. I grabbed a random McFly album on the way down; whistling to myself. Placing the CD in the stereo, and turning it up full volume, I quickly realised it was Radio:ACTIVE. Perfect! Half way through 'lies', Briony walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. "You look like death! Bacon?" I offered her the freshly cooked meat.
"I feel like death. No thanks." I nodded and continued to air-guitar my way around the kitchen, "Mary, I do love McFly and you know that, but Radio:ACTIVE played at full volume at 9:00am in the morning? Really?"
"Yepp! I said cheerily, "SO HERE'S ANOTHER SONG FOR THE RADIO!" I yelled, making Briony wince.
"What actually happened last night?!" She put her head in her hands.
"You got really drunk then both you and Tom started laughing about your odd socks..."
"Oh dear god."
"But the funny thing was, you weren't actually wearing odd socks... in fact, you weren't even wearing socks." I laughed.
"And this was in front of Tom Fletcher? Oh my god."
"Haha, he won't remember any of it, he was just as drunk as you were... Why don't you ring him?"
"Mary... how the hell can I ring him?!"
"Like this." I ran upstairs leaving her sitting there. I walked into her bedroom; grabbing her phone off of the bedside table. Running back down the stairs, I scrolled through her contacts and found 'Tom Fletcher'. "Here you go." I smiled. As if by magic, the phone started to ring, showing Tom's caller ID on the screen. "What? Erm. Ahh." She said before running out the room, leaving me to think about the day and what the fuck was I going to wear tonight? Typical girl problems.
(A.N. The chapter's are really short. Sorry about this...)