Skirts vs. Jeans

I wake up to Daniel Howell's voice floating around my room. It's my alarm, his stupid wake up thing. But it's Dan, so I'm not complaining. I rolled over in the comforts of my bed, swiping the screen of my phone and turning my alarm off.

I ripped the comforters off my body, getting out of bed. I walked to the bathroom, doing my business then going back to my room.

I picked up my phone, checking my messages. There was a few messages from the group chat and a message from Vic.

ViccyPoo