baby blue Luna (DD/LB) 16+

~baby blue - 2~

Lucas

Fucking shitty alarm.
Who the fuck invented this squawking machine from hell. Oh, and with the fucking motive of fucking reminding me to get the fuck up for fucking work. Fuck.

Some people like to start their mornings with a sun-is-shining kind  of attitude, a bowl of cornflakes, a wake up shower and a bright smile.

I like to start my mornings with a good 5 or 6 fucks.

..

My eyes quickly snapped open. WAIT NO THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT-
FUCCCKKKKKK

..Make that 7 fucks- AHHH NOO STOP.

Well gee, thanks brain, I am now most definitely awake. I slowly sat up, turning my body to face my alarm clock, this was your plan all along wasn't it Levi Hutchins, inventor of the alarm clock. Fuck you.

(Yes I did research who invented the alarm. Fuck you too.)

Although apparently he had to get up at 4 am not 6 like me, so I'll let you off Hutchins but next time, watch your back. And a piece of advice, invent a cupcake or cookie, people will like you more.

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My hair still damp and wavy, i hop across my kitchen trying to tie my shoelace in mid-air whilst a piece of toast hung out my mouth. I then quickly grabbed my keys, phone and wallet before rushing out, and locking, the door of my apartment. It was now 7 am, my shift had started at the library where I worked, shit! I was late. It takes me about 8 minutes to get there, we can make that 5, I think as I begin running in the direction of the library.

Panting for breath, I wipe my forehead, brush down my clothes and take a look at my watch quickly before heading inside. 4 minutes, new record.

"I am so sorry Mrs Evans, I got caught up this morning-" I quickly spurted before stopping as the chair behind the desk was empty. Eyebrows furrowing, I walked through the various rows of books calling for her as I did so.

As I turned the corner of the last row of shelves, my breath got caught in my throat and my hand covered my mouth quickly. Sitting in the leather armchair was a very still Mrs Evans, the little woman was in her early 70s, Lucas has never seen her not in the library. Her hair was a brilliant white, skin similar to that of a crumpled tissue. Her body covered in various layers of jumpers and blankets, it was nearing the end of summer in Britain however she was dressed as though it were the harshest of winters.

I rushed over, falling to my knees and grabbing her shoulders. I was about to call her name when suddenly my expression turned from shock and sorrow, to confusion and disappointment at what I heard next.

".. fucking bastard.... I could.. I could take you... bloody wanker..."

The little old lady had rumbled a deep snore, before muttering some nonsense. She was asleep. Of course she was asleep, I thought to myself as I got up slowly placing my crossed arms over my waist.

"Mrs Evans. Mrs Evans. Fucking hell, MRS EVANS!!" I yelled at the end in annoyance, finally shaking the old woman awake. Her face looked pissed, her eyes quickly snapped to mine. Her glare still in place, matching the same angry expression I was wearing.

"Bloody bastard, fucking waking me up from my nap, oh you'd better have a good excuse if you wanna keep your testicles in place.." Her voice was croaky with age and sleep, Mrs Evans had a very strong Scottish accent too. Which explained her foul mouth and the amused expression on my face. Of course I knew she was joking, for a woman of her age she had quite the young personality.

"Good excuse? How about your job? My shift started about 10 minutes ago, but I think you've snipped about half an hour of your shift so maybe i'll just take a quick nap myself and-" suddenly she was up in a flash, very quickly for her age.