I woke up the next morning with Tay's hand over my face, and I was half off her bed that she'd decided to let me steal for the night (no idea when she even came up here, because she decided to sleep on the floor, the last time I checked). I shifted my gaze towards the clock on her wall, noticing that it read 11:24am and realised how late we'd slept in. Though then again, we'd been up till five, so I guess it was average. I then gently tried to wake my dear friend by giving her a nudge. I got a groan in return.

"Tay wake up, quick. Your mom said Purrie's missing." I said, resorting to the cruelest of desperate measures. Purrie is her cat, by the way. She loves her.

"What? Are you kidding?" She sat up and looked disorientated but alert if that makes sense, and I knew I'd succeeded.

"I am, actually, I needed to get you up. You shoved me half off your bed, and had your hand over my face, like what??"

"That sounds pretty weird if you don't have the context. But fine, you got me up, now I'm going for a shower or something. If you're going for one yourself, you know where the towels are." She climbed over me and grabbed her stuff and left me to my own company, and I seized this moment to see if John had surfaced yet, or if he had a hangover.

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The phone rung out for a few minutes and in the meantime, I dumped the contents of my backpack on Tay's floor and inspected the contents, consisting of my makeup bag, my cloths etc. and my bath towel (I'm so weird like that). It wasn't until I'd sorted everything out that John picked up.

"Took you long enough to answer, man." I said, balancing the phone between my ear and my shoulder as applied some Chapstick.

"Mhm." John groaned in reply, so I'm presuming I woke him up. Great, now I've got him on my case being like a whiney child for the day. Nice.

"How bad are you?"

"Not so bad, but you woke me the fuck up. What's wrong?"

"Oh no, nothing. I was just being a kind, concerned baby sister and seeing how my eldest brother and caregiver was feeling after a night at the Merc Bar, but it seems my efforts aren't appreciated. So like, bye."

"Knock it off, Teagan. What do you want?" Rude.

"Don't be harsh with me. I was just wondering when I'd to come home, because I haven't done my homework yet."

"What time even is it?"

"It's after eleven-thirty."

"Right, uh..two. Give you time to get ready and spend forever on your makeup, even though we probably won't be going anywhere."

"I like to do my makeup, though. It's fun!"

"I know, it wasn't meant as mean. I'll see you when I'm looking at ya." He hung up. And as if she'd timed it (probably did, this chick showers abnormally fast) Tay came back into her room just as I was finished on the phone.

"Shower's yours, and my family aren't home, so the place's ours. Now we can be lazy asses without judgement!" She said, and plonked on her bed so she could dry her hair.

"Nice, nice. I've to be home by two, that okay? I've homework 'n shit so I've to get that done." I put my phone on to charge (I'm so smart, I forgot to do it last night and it was on 30% now) and picked up my pile of stuff to take to the bathroom with me.

"Yeah, sure. Oh hey, I think we've PopTarts left, do you want me to get you one?"

"Uhh...yeah, I'll have it once I'm done getting ready. Can I just like, yell something at you when I'm out of the shower?"

"Um, I guess? I don't mind." I nodded and gave her a thumbs up as I left, just because my tongue decided not to let me speak.

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I showered and dried my hair, but didn't bother with any makeup apart from shading in my eyebrows with the pressed powder a bit (I'm not big into eyebrow gel, not sure why). I made sure my stuff was packed and then galloped down the stairs to Tay's kitchen, where she'd made the aforementioned PopTarts and coffee and tea (she had coffee, I had tea). We then shifted our mini-party into her living room to watch TV because we're that lazy, plus we were super tired from staying up so late.

"This's nice." Tay said out of nowhere, as we sat watching Teen Mom 2 (don't even ask).

"Yeah, it is. Practice for that shitty apartment we've always dreamed of owning together, right?" I replied, nudging her shoulder as she giggled a little.

"Hell yeah it is! Though you're going to be sorry that you chose me as your roommate, because I'm a nightmare."

"So I've noticed. It'll be cool though, seriously. I can't wait."

"Hey, you're supposed to say "oh Taylor, you're not a nightmare to live with at all!", not agree with my self-depreciation."

"I'm kidding, I swear. Now ssh, this's a good part." And that actually kept her quiet, because she knew how into the show I was. She kept glancing at me occasionally while shaking her head and smiling to herself, but I never figured what was funny.

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I sat on my bedrock floor for the remainder of the day doing my homework, and just, y'know, staying out of John's way because clearly something happened last night, as he's so goddamn grumpy today for gods sake.

It must've been pretty bad though because dinner was so silent (no idea where Kennedy was though..???) and and he seemed so agitated which isn't like him, FYI, as he's usually Mr. Optimistic and doesn't get pissed off easily, but yeah. I knew better than to ask what happened, though. I'm not that stupid.

Despite not being overly tired, though, I went to bed early enough just to escape his negative vibes, and texted back and forth with Hayley for a little just so I'd somebody to talk to. She was fine, by the way, as she'd been out with some girl all day and completely dismissed all of our, I don't know what you'd call it...guesstimates (??) that she and Tay were a thing even though they completely fucking act like it.

Oh, and she totally ratted Ben out to their mom, and apparently Mrs. Graham isn't happy about it. That was all we really talked about, though. Nothing much else that was even vaguely riveting.

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