5: Breakfast
When I first woke up, the clock read 4 a.m. I sighed, rolled over, and tried to fall back asleep.
But I couldn't. My legs were too sore. I groaned internally. Why did you have to spend an hour walking in circles looking for some girl who probably doesn't know you exist? Of course your legs are sore!
All this yelling at myself wasn't really helping my legs, so I slid out of bed to grab a drink of water. That didn't really help my legs either, but I returned to bed, legs still sore. I tried to sleep, but I ended up thinking about her for a while before I fell asleep.
I woke up again at 8, that ungodly hour. I hated (and still do hate) mornings, but the only way I could get any breakfast was by getting up early. So get up I did, despite the fact that my legs still hurt and it was 8 in the morning.
I chose a breakfast table away from my family, and ended up discussing vaguely political issues with my brother's friend's dad. We didn't seem to share the same stance, but at least I didn't have to talk to my brothers.
I tried not to be too obviously checking out a girl in front of someone who seemed relatively conservative and had a close relationship with my parents, but luckily it wasn't that difficult. Because she wasn't there. Again.
What if I had gotten everything wrong somehow and she wasn't actually part of our group? Then I really would never see her again.
I lingered as long as I could, even though my plate was clearly empty, but I just didn't see her, and there's no way she could have slipped past me. I must have checked every person in the room at least twice. She probably did what I should have done this whole time and slept in late, screw breakfast.
Why didn't I?
A/N
If you liked this horribly late chapter, feel free to vote or comment. I can't stop you, it's a free country.
At least it is here. I don't know where you live (well, actually I do because of the demographics page under the thingy that tells me how many readers I have and stuff, but I don't really know much about the UK or France or Greece or Sweden or the Philippines), but here (the USA) we're a free country (but that's just what they're told to say by the Illuminati).
That took a strange turn, but... Vote and comment anyway?
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