“Are you awake?” I heard a croaky voice emerge from my many,many thoughts. “Mhmm.” I struggled a groan out my mouth before rolling onto my side and curling into a sleepy bundle of warmth. My eyes were still squeezed shut. I needed sleep. “Oh come on, Lilly, wake up.” The voice got closer to me and I felt two intruding fingers poke at my sides. “It’s nearly nine. We need to get the house ready.” I moaned again and dug my face deeper into the pillow. “Fine,” the voice sighed and I heard footsteps walk away. I went to open one of my eyes to check the coast was clear before snatching a blanket and going back to bed; big mistake. When I opened my face Ryan’s was right up close. “Boo.” I screamed and launched back, causing a series of laughter from his mouth to bounce around the room. “Jesus!” I yelled angrily and threw my pillow at him. He dodged it with ease. “Come on, sleepy head, someone needs to help me clear this mess up and Harriet’s coming over in an hour. You know what she’s like.” I did know what she was like, snobby, rich, clean, snobby, flawless, and did I mention snobby? I looked around; there was popcorn everywhere and empty cans of cider might as well have been part of the furniture. “Fine.” I sighed and crawled off of the sofa. “Just give me five minutes to get ready, okay?” As I made my way into the bathroom, I thought about the night before. We must have crashed at around three. After the huge popcorn and pillow fight we were pretty tired. We’d wound up watching a few pornos, Göztepe escort bayan and had a competition on who had the best fake orgasm. The Latino won. And then after we’d gotten comfortable we talked for around an hour, then I must have fallen asleep. I couldn’t remember anything else. I slipped into a pair of blue denim shorts and my Two Door Cinema Club t-shirt, and stood in front of the mirror to put my face on. After washing off the makeup from the previous evening I applied the usual concealer and foundation routine, and swept a quick line of black liner across the top lid of my eyes. Compared to what I usually wore, this was nothing. I was the kind of girl who like dark eye makeup. My mother had once told me this was because of my lack of self confidence, but I was pretty sure I just liked it that way. I didn’t need to apply too much mascara as I already had quite long lashes. So after a quick touch up to my hair I padded down the wooden floorboards with bare feet to check up on Annie. I smiled at the sight before me; she’d shifted around in her sleep a little but her face was still firmly pressed up against the mattress. She was snoring her head off. Quietly I hopped down the stairs and around the pile of her digested food and grabbed a bin bag from the kitchen. Ryan was sat at the counter with two cups of coffee. “Weak with three sugars right?” he asked me. I smiled, he managed to remember every time. “Yep, thanks,” I told him, Escort Caddebostan eagerly grabbing the mug. It was perfect. “I still don’t understand how you drink it like that. Isn’t it way too sickly?” “No, I guess I just have a sweet tooth.” After polishing off the drinks, we made our way over to the living room. To this day I still have no clue how two people could make such a mess in the space of four hours. “Woah,” I said under my breath, taking in the multiple wine stains on the what was once spotless white carpet, trodden in whatsits and empty cans and packets everywhere. “Harriet is going to freak.” He groaned.  Not if she doesn’t show up. I thought jealously. Harriet was the type of person who couldn’t tolerate mess. We were throwing a party for Annie. She was seventeen that day and we needed to get the place cleaned up before the guests arrived. Ryan had insisted that Harriet was to be invited. Annie didn’t particularly like Harriet either but she agreed to it anyway to avoid hurt feelings. “I’ll start with the rubbish, you hit the carpets,” I instruct, allowing my feminine cleaning habits to take over. “Why do I have to do the carpets?” I scooped up a handful of empty wrappers. ”Because it’s your house. And my back hurts,” I lied. After half an hour of clearing, sweeping, tidying and hovering we got to the fun part; polishing. I’d always loved making things shiny. And it was so easy it was barely a chore. “Music?” Ryan offered Bağdat Caddesi escort as he headed over to the sound system. Their family had the most ridiculously large black speakers. The kind you’d find in a club or a festival. I nodded and squirted some spray onto the window sill. I whirled round as soon as I heard the first strum of the guitar, a smile cracked across my tired lips. “How did you know I loved this?” I yelled over the melody, not realizing I was already swaying my hips. He nodded down to my t-shirt. Of course! He’d seen this was my favourite band. We were listening to Make it Work by Two Door Cinema Club. We polished in time to the music, allowing the motivational summer tune to lift out tired spirits. The melody danced across my ears, making it impossible not to move along with it. It was a funny sight really, the two of us looking like zombies with huge grins on our faces, dancing like idiots around the living room with polish. Things only got better when the chorus hit.We burst out into song, completely forgetting about the polishing and dancing with each other. I was surprised to see that Ryan also new the lyrics. I swayed my hips and helicoptered the cloth in the air whilst Ryan closed his firm arms around my waist and spun me around. “Stop it. I’m getting dizzy.” I laughed as he twirled me round the room. So he placed me down only for me to tumble into him from my loss of balance. He caught me easily. I liked the feeling of his hands on my shoulders. “Sorry.” I giggled. He didn’t let go. My heart somersaulted. I looked up into those wonderful emotionally dark eyes of his; he was fixated on me. I rested my hand on his stomach. I could feel his firm abs through his t shirt. He ran his hands up and down my arms as we locked eyes once again. I could feel myself sinking into them.