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I wake to the sound of my alarm clock yelling at me to get up, honestly I think it gets louder everyday. I fumble around trying to find the off button so I can escape the constant beeping noise that right now seems louder than fireworks on new years eve. I finally find it and I have never been so happy to be plunged back into silence. I quickly stretch my arms before plodding over to my window. I draw back the curtains and am instantly blinded by the light so I swoosh them back shut again. I've never been a morning person.
I put my iPod on, click shuffle and skip the songs until I settle for Thinking Out Load by Ed Sheeran. I sluggishly throw on some clothes and apply as little make up as possible, then it's time to tackle the beast that is my hair. After what feels like hours of brushing, twisting and tangling I manage to get it into a neatish pony tail.
I check my phone and see I have a message from Dylan. I'm instantly put in a good mood.
Dylan: Meet me at Starbucks in 10 minutes I'm in the mood for hot chocolate:)
Me: Gotcha, see you there:)
So many people ask me how me and Dylan became friends and to be honest I don't really know. When I moved from England to America when I was about 7, Dylan was the first person who would actually talk to me at school, being the new kid and all. I guess we've been friends ever since.
Many people, especially girls, wonder why Dylan would want to hang out with me, I'm nothing special; I'm not pretty, I'm not that skinny either and I don't exactly have the best sense of humour. Some days I do ask myself why a successful actor would bother taking any time for me, but I'm thankful that he has. I really enjoy his company. More than I care to admit.
Ten minutes later on the dot I'm pulling into the Starbucks drive and, to my delight, Dylan is stood outside waiting for me, a sparkling white grin spreading across his face when he sees my car.
"Alright mate?" is what I'm greeted with.
"I'm alright are you alright?" Is my reply.
"All is good, all is good." His American accent is clearly coming through.
"Good good."
"Hm, great, let's go in."
"Let's" He opens the door and holds it for me, I thank him.
I've always loved Starbucks, it could be any time of day and it would still be bustling with people of all ages, kids shouting, parents shhing, teens being anti social, the people who work there shouting orders, and what makes everything better is that the whole place smells of freshly made coffee.
Me and Dylan would sometimes pop into Starbucks spontaneously and grab a hot chocolate, I think it's becoming a tradition as we've been 17 times in the past 3 months...not that I've been counting.....
We order the usual and sit down, we then catch up on what's been going on in our lives since we last met up (54 hours ago), his stories are so much more exciting than mine. He tells me about funny things that have happened on set of Teen Wolf and how he's been asked to audition for this new film which is based a book called, "The Maze Runner". He's so excited it's cute. All I can tell him is that I've done the make up for 3 weddings and yesterday I didn't have to pay for the bus, however boring these stories are, Dylan still looks like he's interested which I commend him for, since it would be easier to look excited whilst watching paint dry.
45 minutes passes quickly and before I know it Dylan is telling me that he has to rush off to an interview that he's already late for, and before I know it I'm back in my car driving home. Little does he know he made my day by asking me to Starbucks today.
"True love is when you stay together, no matter what the situation is"