02-21-2010, 01:44 PM
"OOOOH, LOVE ME DEAD! LOOOOOVE ME DEAD!" came the screaming alarm of his cellphone. Michael Jaden Walker woke up with a start; his golden tan hand shooting from beneath of his comforters and swatted around for his only source of a alarm clock. A deep and clearly disgruntled groan emitted from his throat as he picked up the phone, pressed the 'shut up' button and dropped it on the floor. "Screw you Ludo... Screw you..." Finally! Some peace and quiet... For now.
But he knew that wasn't going to last long anyway. He was practically waiting for that evil woman to come busting into his room and opening his dark drapes to let in some sunlight. She did this every morning, just so he could wake up bright and early. But the thing is... He only slept for about an hour or two. Well who could blame him? He was anxious and he could hardly contain himself. He spent like 90% of the night composing some new projects for his band to use during the competition. Originally, he'd be jumping up and down, acting all crazy and all that jazz... But for the love of God was he so damn tired!
However, he could hear shuffling her feet; as if she were in a damn hurry or something. Again he groaned as he threw his comforter over his head, just so he could have the ability to see before his mother decided to blind him again. And there goes the door... "Raise and shine, sleepyhead~!" his mother chirped as the door practically threw itself away from her and his drapes magically opened themselves. His mom didn't even need to move a finger, because that's how insane she was...
"Noooo..." Michael griped as his mother grabbed a hold of his warm comforter and attempted to rip it away from his semi naked body, "No! Stop that! Damnit woman!"
"Michael Jaden Walker, don't you dare talk to me like that!" she scolded as she easily ripped the dark colored comforters away from him. Opening his sleepy eyes, he merely flashed her a dark glare before attempting to take his only source of warmth from her evil grasps. However, that was futile up to this point. "At least I didn't say fuck you this time..." he muttered. "MICHAEL!" He twitched as she grabbed his arm and forced him out of bed, "Hurry up and go shower." "As you wish... Your highness," he practically hissed as he dragged himself to his bathroom from down the hall.
It took him a bit longer than usual to shower. The warm water just felt so damn good on his aching muscles. Normally, he'd never pull an all nighter; but he was just so excited about this competition; he could hardly contain himself. And the fact that he had so many ideas for songs too... Oh God! Well after finishing his shower, he grabbed his towel and quickly dried his hair before grabbing his AXE hair gel and styled his hair to its normal look. Pleased with his hair, he then sprayed a small amount of Old Spice deodorant before walking back to his room. Closing his door, he then grabbed a Quicksilver shirt, his favorite Fox racing jacket and his pants. Once he was dressed, he quickly pulled on some socks before grabbing his keys, cell and wallet. The moment he opened his door, a rather tiny girl ran up to him and giggled.
"Why good morning~" he grinned fondly at the little girl as he picked her up and spun her around. The girl giggled excitedly as he continued to carry her and take her downstairs where the family was currently residing.
"So, you're gonna be heading over to the studio then?" Michael turned to his father once he gently put down the little girl. "Yeah, why did you make any plans or something?" The older Walker merely shook his head as he continued to read from his newspaper. Michael nodded, plopping down on the seat and began digging into his plate. Once finished, got up and ran back upstairs to brush his teeth and returning to the kitchen where he sorted through the mail, slipped on his favorite shoes and grabbed anything that belonged to him. "Tell Uncle Mikey bye bye, can you do that, Nina?" "Ba... Bai!" the little girl, Nina called out. "Bye bye, Squirt... Later Mom, bye Dad." "Bye Mike," his father called out as his mother waved.
Micheal then entered the garage, where his mode of transportation stayed, undisturbed. A cocky smirk appeared on his lips as he grabbed his gloves and his helmet; his dark eyes eying the bike, hungrily. Opening the garage, he then hopped on the bike; dragged it outside before popping a quick wheelie and made his way toward the studio.
It didn't take long to ride to the studio and it appeared that he was gonna be one of the first ones at the place. After parking his motorcycle, he then took off his helmet and casually made his way inside. Greeting a few early birds, he then made his way to the break room and plopped down on the couch. Soon enough the band's singer appeared, along with her unofficial boyfriend. Michael merely rose a brow as this Derik dude gently placed her on the other couch and... Left, "Later," he called out as he then turned his attention back to Linnea, "If your asking about the tickets, I wouldn't have them... And as for your other questions. Again, I wouldn't know..."
"Go Go Power Rangers!" blinking, Michael then leaned to the side, digging around his pocket for his cellphone. Sliding the phone open, he then proceeded to check the text message before a slight smile appeared on his lips. Sliding the phone closed, he then flipped it open, a full keyboard within the phone as he quickly answered it and sent it back.
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A familiar beep echoed in her ears, causing her to look up from her book. Turning her attention to the pink phone, she then flipped it open and read the text message. A giggle escaped from her lips as she shook her head and merely closed it; she'll reply to that later. Yawning, Isabella Liliana De La Cruz bookmarked her page and placed the thick novel back onto her nightstand before raising both her arms up and stretched. A few bones cracked and once again she yawned before she pulled the covers off of her and got up. Looking around, she then shrugged before grabbing her morning things and walked over to the bathroom.
It didn't take her that long to shower, because today she didn't want to wet her hair this time. After washing her body, she hopped out of the shower stall and wrapped the towel around her frame. She then walked over to the sink, before applying her face cleaner, washed her face once again, dried it and added her moisturizer. After that she then walked over to her room; grabbed her outfit, which consisted of a thin, spaghetti strapped undershirt, the green outer blouse, her jeans and her white beret, this also included her golden, bow tie flats. After satisfied with herself, she then went back to the bathroom where she quickly fixed her hair and applied her basic make; which consisted of of her mineral foundation, concealer, black eye liner and her shimmery chapstick.
Right afterward she slipped on her shoes, brushed her teeth, grabbed her cellphone and walked downstairs, along with Romeo following right behind her. Stopping, the girl turned around and picked up the long haired chihuahua as she continued with her journey downstairs, before meeting with her mom still cooking and everyone else still asleep. "Leaving Bella?" her mother questioned her as she turned away from the pan an went straight for the counter where more ingredients resided. Isabella nodded, petting Romeo before she gently placed him on the floor again, "Ay Mama," Bella frowned, causing her mother to slightly glare at her. "Oh tumahimik! (be quiet)!" the older woman scolded as Bella reached for a few pieces of fruit and walked out of the house.
She was glad that their practice studio was in walking distance. So it didn't take long for her to reach the studio and within a few yards away, she could hear the long banging of a certain person's drums. This caused Bella to shake her head slightly as she finally made it inside and walked straight to where the noise was.
Last edited by Jauni; 02-21-2010 at 11:23 PM..
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