"NO DON'T EAT THE JELLYBEAN!" I yelled as my eyes flew open then instantly narrowed as soon as it came in contact with the bright Saturday morning sunlight which peeped through the minor gap of my bedroom curtains.
"Rise and shine," Scott laughed running his hand through his messy brown hair, I noticed that he was wearing his glasses instead of his usual contacts lenses.
"Lilia? You awake hun?" My mum knocked softly on my bedroom door.
"Yeah, um, just a second!" I said to her.
Scott quietly moved off the bed and opened the glass slide door that led to the backyard and the side gate of my house. "I'm going back to my place, see you later"
"Okay, bye" I waved as Scott slid the curtain back into it's normal position and slid the glass door close behind it.
I unlocked my bedroom door, quickly sat back on my bed and flipped open to a random page of the closest book on my bedside table, which just happened to be Angelina the Ballerina bedtime stories. Four nights ago Jade had slept in my bedroom and forced me to read the whole book to her and she's completely forgotten to take the book back to her room.
Mum walked into my room, promptly sitting on the edge of my dark purple double bed.
"Morning mum," I said as I ignored the quizzical look she gave me.
"Morning sweetheart, Good book?" Mum kissed my cheek.
"Yeah but I don't think it's my age."
"Yeah maybe not," Mum chuckled. "By the way Lilia, you we're missed a lot by the happy couple." Yesterday Jade and my parents had visited mum's sister, Aunt Fleurisity and Uncle Michael. Before mum and dad had gone out for dinner they had dropped Jade home. "How was school?"
"Alright," I stated, "How are they?" I asked referring to my Aunt and Uncle.
"Their great. Still enjoying living in Lawndale, so I don't think there's any chance of them moving back here." She frowned, "The views there are marvellous especially at sunrise, we spent lunch at the beach and saw the newly built skatepark!" She smiled, "Oh and they've got another dog, Milly! She's a beagle like Sally."
"Aww cute!" I coed.
"Jade is still exhausted from the trip." Mum yawned and outstretched her arms, "I'm going to try get some more sleep now. Put the dishes away when you go downstairs please," I nodded and smiled as she left my room. After about a minute, two consecutive knocks came from the glass doors.
I swiftly got out of bed and slid open the doors "Scott? Why are you still here?"
"Um well I realised-" Scott stuttered, scratching the back of his neck. "That I haven't got much clothes on and I'd have to cop a lecture from mum."
I could just imagine Scott's mum saying 'This is why you get sick. Where is your clothes?' I laughed at the thought of it and let him come inside. I walked directly to my set of drawers and chucked a thick blue blanket to Scott.
"I'm still so tired," Scott yawned as he wrapped the blanket around him.
"Go get changed then you can go home and sleep," I said and he nodded in reply.
*
After Scott had left I'd eaten breakfast and mindlessly watched television. I was now seated at the circular white table in my music room that was conveniently connected to my bedroom.
I had been absentmindedly writing some lyrics on a notepad, loosing track of time, I glanced at the silver wall clock that read two o'clock in the afternoon. What am I going to do?
My parents had agreed to extend my room into the unused study room, as a birthday present last year. I'd had the opportunity to turn the room into anything I'd like so I created a soundproof music studio. I had spent all the money that I had saved for a couple of years, leaving not a penny in my piggy bank, but it was completely worth it.
Two of the walls in the room were painted black and the other two were maroon with a couple of different cushion chairs around the room. To complete the music room with the help of my parents I was able to buy a behringer, a microphone, a black piano, MacBook Pro, an electric guitar and a built in stereo system and wall speakers installed.
Feeling quite hungry, I stood up and walked over to the door. On the way over I tripped over a cord that was lying aimlessly on the floor and slammed my hand forcefully on the piano, somehow managing to form a solemn chord.
Coincidentally the chord suited the first line of lyrics that I had written down. Deciding to eat a little later, I let my fingers slide down the piano forming other matching chords and notes.
