"Lana, wake up. You have a visitor." Amy knocks on the door. I don't know how long she had been knocking on my door since it's so hard to wake up with the drinks I had last night.
I doubt if its Tia. Tia will just enter the house and go straight for my room. No knocking. How did we ever come to this setup anyways?
"Coming!" I shout a forced answer so Amy would stop banging on my bedroom door.
Saturday is my lazy day. If Bruno Mars wants to go lazy any time of the week, then I cannot afford that. Saturdays are MY Saturdays.
I go for the bathroom and brush my teeth. I didn't care to brush my hair for I am still really sleepy. Who even cares if I have bedroom hair? I AM from sleep.
I can hear voices in the living room. Looks like whoever it is must be having a great time with Amy. Must b
