Help Me
Chapter two - Routine
Beep Beep Beep Beep
"Ughhhhh", I groan as I roll over and silence the annoying sound that signals the start of another long, busy day. I sit up and sigh, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and looking around our small bedroom. Caitlin's stuff is strewn over her half of the room, her clothing looking like its never seen the inside of a wardrobe. Her queen single bed looks like it has never been made, and the duvet is lying three meters away, conveniently covering last night's dirty dishes. Knowing Caitlin, she'll be in the kitchen, already onto her second breakfast. That's one more thing you should know about us: we are both in serious, long term relationships with food. Her numerous One Direction and 5SOS posters cover the walls in bright happy colours and memories. I'll put it this way: Caitlin's crazy personality definitely leaks into her surroundings. As a major contrast, my side of the room is clean, neat and organised. I'm just as crazy as Caitlin, don't get me wrong! But my minor OCD prevents my brain from leaving anything more than 30cm away from its correct place. My desk is covered with my laptop, an essay for one of my uni papers that's due today, and my favorite pens, pencils, and art supplies (all colour coordinated, of course).
I stretch and stumble over one of Caitlin's loose shoes. I catch myself on my perfectly organised bedside table as a dizzy spell washes over me, and black spots appear in my eyes. I shake my head as my vision clears to see Caitlin poking her head around the door. "Hey I made french toa - Are you ok?" I grimace as I reply, "Yup, just need to take my pills." "Don't worry, they're sitting next to your plate, come eat!" Caitlin and I burst out laughing, as we both know that food fixes everything. Even stupid iron deficiencies that I've managed to have for the majority of my time at university , as a result of stress and over-commitment. The pills help to keep me from dropping dead from exhaustion, but so does the occasional visit to Macca's!
I slide on my slippers that have pictures of Calum Hood's face on them, and walk out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen. What, Caitlin and I love giving silly Christmas presents to each other! I slump down in my chair, and look over at Caitlin to see her scoffing down her fourth piece of french toast in her jumper covered in Harry Style's tattoos while scrolling on her phone. That was last year's present from me. I giggle to myself, and start to munch on my french toast while pulling out my phone and opening facebook.
The first thing I see is an update on the One Direction facebook page. I read slowly, and as I get to the bottom of the post, I start smiling uncontrollably, and quickly tag Caitlin in the post. Wait for it... "AHHHHHHH!!" There's that ear-piercing scream I've come to know and love. "Go on", I say, smirking, "Read it out for me!" She's grinning uncontrollably as she starts to read, " One Direction will be taking a two week break from their 'On the Road Again' tour to visit Brisbane, Gold Coast, Australia." She looks at me as we both stand up and do our 'happy dance', while letting out some very loud screams. We jump around, hugging each other, and Caitlin screams, "I am going to MARRY Harry Styles!!" I laugh with my hands on my knees, and then straighten up. "You can have whoever you want, but remember, Niall is MINE!" I scream as we both look at each other. "I hope we actually get to see them!" she shrieks, and I freeze.
"Speaking of seeing people, we've got class in half an hour!" Caitlin stops and stares at me, and screams, "I look like I've been through a hurricane, I need to get dressed!" She runs out of the room, still holding her phone with a look of triumph on her face. I shake my head as I pick up my last piece of toast, and jog up the hallway to our room. My schoolbag is sitting on my desk chair, already packed last night, and my pre-picked outfit is lying neatly folded on the end of my bed. Across the room, Caitlin is sorting through clothes on her floor, throwing them out of the way as she searches for a lost t-shirt. I grab it and chuck it over to her, giggling. "Seriously Cat, you NEED to clean up your side!" I comment. "It's organised chaos, thank you very much Miss Edwards!" she snorts. "Well, in your 'organised choas', can you please get your bag? We have to go if we want to get to class on time!" We both go to the University of Queensland, but we're only in our first years. I'm studying Architecture, and Cat's studying Law, which seems kind of surprising from her unorganized life, but she is the queen of arguments!
I jump into the driver's seat of my red 1967 Ford mustang, yelling for Caitlin to keep her sticky hands off the treasured leather. I know I sound like a grumpy Grandad, but this car is my pride and joy, and took my life savings to buy. We coast down the road, sunglasses perched on our heads. The beach flashes by in waves of bright colours as we roar down the coast towards another busy day.
"Ughhhhh", I groan as I roll over and silence the annoying sound that signals the start of another long, busy day. I sit up and sigh, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and looking around our small bedroom. Caitlin's stuff is strewn over her half of the room, her clothing looking like its never seen the inside of a wardrobe. Her queen single bed looks like it has never been made, and the duvet is lying three meters away, conveniently covering last night's dirty dishes. Knowing Caitlin, she'll be in the kitchen, already onto her second breakfast. That's one more thing you should know about us: we are both in serious, long term relationships with food. Her numerous One Direction and 5SOS posters cover the walls in bright happy colours and memories. I'll put it this way: Caitlin's crazy personality definitely leaks into her surroundings. As a major contrast, my side of the room is clean, neat and organised. I'm just as crazy as Caitlin, don't get me wrong! But my minor OCD prevents my brain from leaving anything more than 30cm away from its correct place. My desk is covered with my laptop, an essay for one of my uni papers that's due today, and my favorite pens, pencils, and art supplies (all colour coordinated, of course).
I stretch and stumble over one of Caitlin's loose shoes. I catch myself on my perfectly organised bedside table as a dizzy spell washes over me, and black spots appear in my eyes. I shake my head as my vision clears to see Caitlin poking her head around the door. "Hey I made french toa - Are you ok?" I grimace as I reply, "Yup, just need to take my pills." "Don't worry, they're sitting next to your plate, come eat!" Caitlin and I burst out laughing, as we both know that food fixes everything. Even stupid iron deficiencies that I've managed to have for the majority of my time at university , as a result of stress and over-commitment. The pills help to keep me from dropping dead from exhaustion, but so does the occasional visit to Macca's!
I slide on my slippers that have pictures of Calum Hood's face on them, and walk out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen. What, Caitlin and I love giving silly Christmas presents to each other! I slump down in my chair, and look over at Caitlin to see her scoffing down her fourth piece of french toast in her jumper covered in Harry Style's tattoos while scrolling on her phone. That was last year's present from me. I giggle to myself, and start to munch on my french toast while pulling out my phone and opening facebook.
The first thing I see is an update on the One Direction facebook page. I read slowly, and as I get to the bottom of the post, I start smiling uncontrollably, and quickly tag Caitlin in the post. Wait for it... "AHHHHHHH!!" There's that ear-piercing scream I've come to know and love. "Go on", I say, smirking, "Read it out for me!" She's grinning uncontrollably as she starts to read, " One Direction will be taking a two week break from their 'On the Road Again' tour to visit Brisbane, Gold Coast, Australia." She looks at me as we both stand up and do our 'happy dance', while letting out some very loud screams. We jump around, hugging each other, and Caitlin screams, "I am going to MARRY Harry Styles!!" I laugh with my hands on my knees, and then straighten up. "You can have whoever you want, but remember, Niall is MINE!" I scream as we both look at each other. "I hope we actually get to see them!" she shrieks, and I freeze.
"Speaking of seeing people, we've got class in half an hour!" Caitlin stops and stares at me, and screams, "I look like I've been through a hurricane, I need to get dressed!" She runs out of the room, still holding her phone with a look of triumph on her face. I shake my head as I pick up my last piece of toast, and jog up the hallway to our room. My schoolbag is sitting on my desk chair, already packed last night, and my pre-picked outfit is lying neatly folded on the end of my bed. Across the room, Caitlin is sorting through clothes on her floor, throwing them out of the way as she searches for a lost t-shirt. I grab it and chuck it over to her, giggling. "Seriously Cat, you NEED to clean up your side!" I comment. "It's organised chaos, thank you very much Miss Edwards!" she snorts. "Well, in your 'organised choas', can you please get your bag? We have to go if we want to get to class on time!" We both go to the University of Queensland, but we're only in our first years. I'm studying Architecture, and Cat's studying Law, which seems kind of surprising from her unorganized life, but she is the queen of arguments!
I jump into the driver's seat of my red 1967 Ford mustang, yelling for Caitlin to keep her sticky hands off the treasured leather. I know I sound like a grumpy Grandad, but this car is my pride and joy, and took my life savings to buy. We coast down the road, sunglasses perched on our heads. The beach flashes by in waves of bright colours as we roar down the coast towards another busy day.
Notes
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6/17/17