~Call Me The Party-Wrecker (Part One)~

"Dad, will you please wake up? No one can be that deep of a sleeper!" I put my hand on my head, scrunching up my hair. "Seriously! I've shook you, put hot water on you, dumped cold water all over you, and worst of all I ruffled your hair! How in the world am I supposed to wake you up?" I rant, mostly to myself.

I shake the guy one last time, but it still doesn't work. He's still snoring away, while I, on the other hand, can see that I have terrible bags under my eyes in the car mirror. I scoff, taking his dirty shoes off of my dash board. Jerk, who does he think he is, putting his nasty feet on my clean car? He's so mean! For an overly traditional and etiquette stressing Dad, he sure is disrespectful to my beautiful property, otherwise known as the car that I paid for with my own money. Shame on him!

Wait a second, I know what will wake him up. I can blast generic pop songs! That hipster will be awoken by the sound of basic tunes. It's his number one pet peeve and he would riot to get rid of it all. I smirk, rubbing my hands together. Quickly, I turn on 97.7, a top-40 radio station. Immediately, his most hated Taylor swift song comes on:  "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together". Now, all I have to do is wait.

Only seconds after I turned it on, Dad begins to shift in his sleep. He mutters incoherent words under his breath. Slowly, he rubs his eyes and then jerks forward.

"Darlin'," His voice is raspy and hard to understand,"why in the world would you put on that garbage? You know how much I despise it," Dad's southern accent becomes more prominent in every word he speaks, since he is getting worked up over this.

He then looks downwards to realize the predicament that I put him in.

"And, child, why are my clothes wet?" He puts his hands to his head, only realizing even more of what had happened.  "Did-did you mess up my beautiful hair? My gosh, what is wrong with you? What else did you do?-"

I cut off his rant. "Dad, please, in the kindest way possible, shut your mouth and let me explain,"

At first, he opens his mouth to protest, but then decides to listen to me like a good father should.

I clear my throat. "So, you being the deep sleeper you are, you fell into such a nap that it was nearly impossible to wake you up. I tried everything, from dumping water all over you to making your hair look even worse than it already is-"

"Hey! My hair is perfect!"

I shake my finger at him and tsk. "Shush and let me finish," I glare at him.

"Fine, but you're wrong about what you said," Dad rolls his eyes.

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, you refused to wake up. So, being the amazing daughter that I am, I put you through what you hate most-"

"More like despise,"

"Shutting up is a virtue that apparently you don't understand," I reiterate what he had said earlier but added my own twist.

"No, it is not even a virtue, darlin',"

I scoff. "Fine, have it your way. Self-control is a virtue that you don't have,"

"I see your point," Sarcasm is all I can hear. "Continue,"

"Thank you," I cross my arms and arrogantly smirk at him, knowing that I won. "And that's why you're soaking wet, your hair is a mess, and pop music is playing in the background. Also, I moved your nasty shoes off of the dashboard. Never again screw with my car's cleanliness. I can't believe that I had to mess it up myself with the water. My poor baby!"

He's staring out the window, yawning.
"Can we go into the resort now and fix this mess? And turn off that god-awful crud you kids call music,"

I turn it off reluctantly. My revenge was cut short, unfortunately. Some how I'll get him back even more for messing with my car."Fine, let's go, grumpy,"

"You would be grumpy, too, if you were tortured by your own daughter," He rants. He gets out of my car and slams its poor, majestic door.

"Stop throwing a tantrum and don't you ever slam the door like that. You could break it! If you do, you're paying for it,"

"As you kids would say, chillax, it's just a car,"

"One, chillax is so 2009, and two, my baby isn't just something that you could be incredibly careless with, " I hug the perfection.

"You're so superficial, darlin',"

I scoff in protest. "Can we go now?"

He doesn't respond and simply walks in. Dad checks us in and we run up to the room. I make a beeline to the bed and jump on it. Hey, it's a tradition!

"Get off the bed. I need to watch the news," He pushes me off.

"Why does everyone hate me?" I yell dramatically as I fall. "Ow, now my butt hurts. Thanks a lot!"

"Stop being so butt hurt and shush,"

"Ha. Ha. I'm dying from laughter at that perfect pun," I roll my eyes and pout.

I open my phone and see that no one has texted me. I go to iMessages and go to Riley's and I's recent texts. I sigh in defeat. I feel pang of something that I can't describe. I was hoping that she may have at least said something. Honestly, I don't even know what I did. I have no clue of what happened.

Dad makes eye contact with me. "Darlin', is everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. It's nothing," I look out towards the window.

"Well, it doesn't look like it. I know I'm not your ma and I'm not good at this type of stuff, but if you ever need to talk I'm here for you,"

I smile, walk up, and give him a hug. "Thanks for the offer, Dad. I love you so much, even if you are a bit of a grump,"

"I love ya to, even if you are an annoying brat sometimes," He ruffles my hair. "That was for earlier,"

I eyes go wide in shock. "How dare you!" I pout. "You will regret that!"

"I'm sure I will!" He yells. Dad scrambles off of the couch.

"Get back here!" I fall of the couch with a plop. Dad dodges me and rolls to the other side of the carpet.

"Dear lord, save me!"

Finally, I am able to get him back. I scrunch up his hair.

"Don't you ever, ever, even think of doing that again, Daddy!"

This is why you never mess with a Davidson's hair.

Notes:
Last Updated: 6/7/16
Question of the chapter: What's the craziest thing that you've done to wake someone up? Dedication:
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