I've never been a morning person. As much as Id like to be, I'm just not.

Doesn't matter if the rays of sun are leaking through my curtains and I can hear the birds chirping. I want to stay in bed. I'm happier here; with my window expertly set up with the intentions of keeping all forms of natural light out. I want to stay here all day. If I could, believe me when I say I would.

But, no. The piercing sound of my alarm jolts me awake and echo's throughout my head. Jesus, what time is it? No.. What DAY is it? How long have I been asleep? These are the same questions I ask myself daily. Rolling over and tucking my head into the oblivion of my pillows, I cant help but swear under my breath. I grab my phone from my bedside table; squinting as the bright screen illuminates in my dark room, and shut off my alarm.

1:00 pm.

Already? I put my phone down and rub my eyes with my hands. What even happen last night? I remember climbing through the basement window at roughly 4am, and trying my best to be as quiet as possible as a sauntered up to my room. I also remember, quite vividly might I add, having the best night of my life. As fast as the giggle that escapes my lips slips out as I recap, reality hits me like a brick. Shit. I grab my phone viscously off my lap and check the time again.

1:03pm.

The same feeling I know all to well begins to take over my body. Guilt. Eyes closed, I unlock my phone and automatically begin punching in the number I have imprinted in the back of my mind. Please don't be mad, please don't be mad.

"Hello? What the fuck, where are you?" I can hear the anger in Braes voice, the same anger she had yesterday morning. "I've been waiting here for an hour. Do you have any idea how worried I have been? Dude. Not cool. Did you even read my texts? Why didn't you answer my calls? Where are you? I swear to god if you're still in bed.. Where did you go last night?"

"Brae, listen, I'm sorry. I forgot. My alarm didn't go off when I thought it wou-"

"Don't 'Brae' me. You what? You forgot? Oh okay. Sure. I get it. You have better things to do, I didn't mean to interrupt. Save me the sappy story. I don't care. If you're not here in 10, I'm leaving."

Click.

"Brae? Hello? Did you actually just hang-up on me?" I fumble with my phone before hanging up and running to the bathroom; after all, I have 10 minuets to get myself together.

As I look in the mirror, I smile. Excitement pumps through my veins as I think about the reaction ill get from Brae when I tell her where I was last night. Assessing my dull features while running a comb through my long brown locks, I give up and reach for a hair elastic. I don't have time for this, a bun it is. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I decide to skip the makeup today. When Brae says 10 minutes, she means it. If I'm a fraction of a second late to a second chance, she'll already be gone. I dash to my room and throw on my ripped jeans and a black sweater. I grab my black purse and dash for the door, nearly tripping on my way down the stairs.

"Those shoes are falling apart. You need new ones." I hear behind me, making me jump as lace up my sneakers. Turning my head, I see my mom leaning against the wall. Coffee in hand, slippers and robe still on.

"Mom? Why are you home? I thought you were at work." I get up and give her a soft kiss on the cheek, then look down to my shoes. Black converse; faded, tearing at the edges and dirty. "Yea, I guess I could use a new pair."

"I called in sick," she says as she pulls me into a hug. "I didn't sleep last night. Not a wink." She arches an eyebrow at me.

"No? How come?" I pretend to act surprised, though I know the reason she didn't sleep; me. She was up waiting till I got home.

"Because I was up worrying about you, Saige. What time did you get home last night, hey?"

I shoot her a look, the same look that has gotten me out of trouble for years. "Too late. Im sorry, mum. Just lost track of time. It wont happen again."

For a split second, I catch the smile that catches her lip. "Don't tell your father. I wont if you wont. You gotta be more careful, text me next time."

Every muscle in my body relaxes. "Okay, I will. Thanks, mum." I say as I head for the door. "Im meeting up with Brae, ill be home before dinner."

"Alright, keep me updated. Have fun, be safe."

"I will, I promise."

Shutting the door behind me I breathe the brisk fall air, a breath of relief. Lucky. That's the word. Im lucky. Not only lucky to live down the street from Brew, my favorite coffee shop, but also to have a mom like the one I do.

Heading towards Brew, my head spins. Checking my phone-- 1:09 on the dot -- I grab Braes arm in the doorway as she heads out, and I head in.

"Brae, hey." I give her a warm smile as we run into each other, trying my best not to burst into laughter as I see the bags under her eyes, messy hair and lazy outfit. She doesn't smell the way she usually does, but instead faintly of vodka. Hung-over, would be the best way to put it.

"You're lucky, I was just leaving. You owe me lunch." Brae snarls, but its hard to hide the excitement in her eyes as we meet.

"Yes, yes I do. C'mon. Its on me. What happen to you last night? I lost track of you after 12."

"Its on you? You bet it is. I've been waiting here for what feels like forever. I've got a lot to fill you in on."

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