"MORNING LAZY BASTARD!" Andy yells jumping on me. I can tell from the deep voice even though his band mates sometimes gets me up. Andy has a really deep voice compared to the rest of them so I can tell it's him straight away. And he's the only one that jumps on me. Ashley does occasionally but him and CC mostly like to wrestle with my blanket, which results all of us in a huge pile on the floor.
"Piss off Andy," I mutter still half asleep. I bet it's something like six in the morning, like it always is when he wakes me up. Except Saturdays and Sundays, which is something like 8am or 9am on the Saturday or 10am on the Sunday.
I crack my eyes open slowly knowing he has the bedside light on, just to make it more brighter and to piss me off. I see Andy's bright pale face shining in the warm sunlight, his black hair draping over one eye and his smile showing his bright white teeth. As I look at the clock sat on my bedside table, I do notice he's turned the bedside light on. I groan, trying it off. He knows how much I hate it and it doesn't need to be one. The time clock shows 5:32am and I groan, my head collapsing onto the soft pillows.
"Come on we're going to the studio," he whines tugging at my covers which I cling onto. I don't want to get out of bed at this time in a morning to spend a car journey with Andy stressing about the record. He won't shut up about it. It's driving him crazy... And me.
"Piss off Andy, I'm not going with you," I groan poking his face for a mute button or anything that would get him to shut up.
"Please Haven. Please," he begs using his huge blue watery eyes on me. The ones that make him look as though he's going to burst into tears any second and he knows I can't resist them.
"Fine. You win," I sigh throwing Andy and my blanket off and he lands on the floor with a bang. He scrambles back to his feet.
"YAY!" he yells jumping up and down like a kid does on sugar. I roll my eyes at him and head to the bathroom.
I come back out and head to my wardrobe, aware that Andy's eyes are watching me from my bed. He's wearing his plain black skinny jeans with a ripped up vest top. After looking at what to wear, I settle with some ripped up skinny jeans with a baggy off the shoulder shirt. All my clothes were kindly ripped up by Andy, with my permission. He wouldn't dare rip any of my clothes up unless I allow him or his Batman collection goes onto the fire.
Once I'm dressed, I pick out my black scuffed up combat boots and slip them on. I scrunch my dirty blonde hair up into a ponytail then line my waterline with kohl eyeliner then mascara, leaving the concealer off for today. I brush my bangs behind my ear and dart downstairs where Andy has breakfast waiting on the side. I grab my slices of toast, as does he with his, and we head out to the studio.
his, and we head out to the studio.