I woke up the next morning and found a leaf on my windowsill. I guess I was staying home today. Whenever there was a leaf on my windowsill, it meant Harry wanted to talk to me or take me somewhere. This isn't superstitious shit, either. He goes outside, grabs a leaf from a random tree, and either climbs up the rope ladder that's hidden by ivy vines that leads up to my window (that will be explained later) and opens my window and sticks it there, or he just sneaks into my house and puts it there. He probably did the latter, minus the sneaking part, last night.
I threw my comforter aside and jumped out of bed, ready to start the day. Grabbing my toiletries, I ran giddily to my bathroom and took a long, hot bath, smearing oatmeal and honey on my face and covering my eyeballs with cucumber slices, pampering myself (does the word pamper/pampering make anyone else think of a really fluffy powder puff thingy?) because I still had puffy eyes from last night.
And puffy eles flatter no one.
"Evangeline?" my mum said, knocking on my bathroom door. "I have to go to work in a few minutes. Is there anything you need?"
"If you could put my bathrobe in the dryer for a couple minutes that would be awesome," I said as I sat up in the tub, eating the cucumber slices. Yum. "It's hanging on the back of my bedroom door."
I heard her walk away and close my door and I relaxed, letting the now lukewarm water cover my shoulders. Brrr! I drained the tub and turned on the shower, turning my face up to the spray so the water would wash away the sticky gunk on my face.
I hated taking baths with a burning passion. You just sat in 45% water, 30% your own skin oils, 20% of your own sweat (depending on how hot the bathroom is), 3% bodily fluids, and 2% hair. And sometimes you're not the only one who uses the tub, so sometimes it's someone else's oil, sweat, bodily fluids, and hair, too. YUCK! Because that's not getting clean. That's getting clean the dirty way.
But you know, baths are good when you're stressed out or just really need to relax.
As I massaged shampoo into my thick brown hair, I hummed a random tune as I thought of it, and came up with lyrics. I knew I'd forget them as soon as they were out of my mouth, but I didn't really care because I had bath crayons. Best. Shit. Ever.
I grabbed one of the crayons and started writing on the wall of the tub (because it stretched to about a foot below the ceiling) the words that came out of my mouth as I sang.

I'm waiting on you
But you never come
Finding my way
And letting go
Waiting for the moment
to finally see
How the world has changed through my eyes

And now I can see
What you did to me
The way you talked
and how you laughed
I thought it was for real
But now I can see and
I'm no longer blinded
By what I thought was me

I never knew how someone so cruel
could look like an angel
I guess it's funny the way the world works
With its twisted sense of humor
But I guess and I suppose
That that's the way it goes
And I can't do a thing about it

And now I can see
what you did to me
They way you talked
and how you lauged
I thought it was for real
But now I can see and
I'm no longer blinded
By what I thought was me

There's not a day that goes by
That I don't think of you
I wonder how you're doing
If you're doing alright
I'm doing fine, thank you for asking

'Cuz now I can see
what you did to me
It was the way you talked
and how you laughed
That blinded me
and kept me from seeing
Seeing who I really am

There's not a day that doesn't go by
Where I don't think about you
I wonder how you're doing
If you're doing alright
And as for me
I'm just being me

When the tune in my head stopped, all three greenish-blue walls were covered in my handwriting.

The water started to get cold, so I quickly rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and put in conditioner, then stood in the cold water for three minutes before rinsing out the conditioner too. Needless to say, I was very cold.
I turned off the shower and wrapped my body in a beach towel and my hair in a bath towel and stuck my head out the bathroom door.
"Mum? Where's my robe?" I shouted into my closet, then saw it hanging on the back of the door. "Never mind!" I shouted, grabbing my robe and shutting the bathroom door again. I dried my hair as fast as possible, then brushed through my wavy hair and used a curling wand to make it look more organized than it really was. I pulled my long bangs over my hand and tied them there with a small elastic band so they'd stay out of my face, then grabbed my nail kit and did my nails with white nail polish, then decided I wanted to have panda nails today, so I used a Q-tip and took some of it off and added black dots and when it was all dry, put clear nail polish over it all.
By now, the bathroom smelled heavily of nail polish and the foul-smelling remover, so I turned on the bathroom fan and used the hair dryer (on its cool setting!) to dry my nails so I could get out of there faster. Once I was satisfied, I put everything back and walked into my closet and pulled a random yellow shirt and gray sweatshirt off their hangers and pulled them over my head, then grabbed a pair of black leggings and gray shorts out of my dresser drawer and put them on, too (let's just pretend I mentioned undergarments, okay?). I pulled my black Converse boots on and laced them up, then walked out of my closet and into my bedroom.
"Good morning, Angel," Harry said from his seat on the box at the end of my bed where I kept most of my stuffed animals. I jumped back, startled by his presence.
"What the hell, Harry?! I could've walked out of there naked!" I shouted.
"I wouldn't have minded," he said, turning his attention back to the TV. He was watching who knows what, but it sounded like a kids' show.
Wait....
Did he seriously just say that?
"Cheeky bastard," I muttered, walking back into my closet and grabbing my panda snapback and shoving it on my head. I walked back into my bathroom - thank God the nail polish smell had almost completely disappeared - and turned off the fan and grabbed my makeup bag. I lightly brushed white eyeshadow on my eyelids and used a clear lipgloss, then swiped mascara on my lashes and brushed a pale pink blush along my cheekbones before turning off the light and walking back out to my bedroom, grabbing my nerdy glasses from my closet shelf along the way.

"Why did you talk me into getting these glasses again? And how?" I asked Harry, looking into my floor-length mirror. I laughed at myself. I was wearing all panda stuff. Panda hat, panda purse, panda sweater, panda nails, and when I lifted up my sweater, I was wearing my yellow shirt that had two pandas on it and said "If you're happy and you know it slap your friend". So I went and got my pink panda iPhone case and swapped my protective OtterBox Defender for that.
"Hey! We match!" Harry said, showing me his phone. He had his blue panda iPhone case that he got when I got mine.
"We do! That is such a five-year-old thing to say!" I said, giggling. "So where are we going?"
"That is for me to know," he said, standing up and turning off my TV. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of my bedroom, down the stairs, and out the front door, locking it behind him with the spare key in the mailbox.
"So that's how you got in!" I said. "Facepalm!" I shouted, slapping my forehead with my free hand. "Wait! My keys!"
"No need! The spare's in the mailbox and I'm driving," he said, shoving me to the left side of his Range Rover.
"Wait! I'm not driving! That's the--" I said, pointing at his side and trailing off.
"What are you talking about?" he said, opening his door and getting in. I did the same, except with my door (obviously).
"I'm just - oh, never mind," I said. "Wow. I can't believe I forgot that."
Harry just looked at me, confused. "Buckle up," he said, turning the key in the ignition and pulling out of my driveway.

Notes

Like the song? I wrote it myself. It took me FOREVER to get the words out of my head. And I had this PERFECT instrumental music to go with it stuck in my head, but then I got "Stay" by Rihanna (I think?) stuck in my head and now this song goes to that tune. GAH!!!!!!!!!
And for those of you who don't know, the word latter means the second option, or answer, usually only used when there are two options. I've never seen otherwise. So he snuck into her house and put the leaf on her windowsill, or, in this case, just walked in without trying to be sneaky.

I BE CLIFFY ONCE MORE!!!!!!!!!!
Where do you think they're going? Hmmmmmmmm??????????
Guess below! It's in the opposite direction of this arrow ^ !!!!