((Darius Van Dyke, continued from Food's Better with Friends))
Darius yawned and rolled around his bed. A distant shout woke him up.
It was time to wake up. Early.
A distant shout screamed Darius' name. Darius rolled out of his bed.
Yeah, going back to the bed was a dumb idea, after having left the bed. But he woke up, because he realised something.
Oh yeah. A trip. He actually has to wake up now. There was no distant shout anymore. His parents were pissed, probably.
It was time to wake up.
1, 2, 3.
1, 2, 3.
4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
Ah, there we go. Standing with his boxer shorts in his room, he moved.
He quickly went to his wardrobe, wait no, he shouldnt go to the wardrobe, he has to go his bathroom first, fuck.
There, he stared at the mirror. After standing in front of it for a couple of seconds, he had judged himself.
Didnt look that bad today. Not too hairy.
He cleaned his face with water and looked at his hair.
Short and nice. He used to have cooler hair. Better, longer, brown hair. But then a certain Justin ruined Darius look. Thanks, Bieber.
Was he in the mood to toothbrush? He should. He coughed into his hand and smelled. Eh, that was fine. He had no time to brush and he could always chew gums. He has to hurry to not miss the trip.
He quickly left the bathroom to dress himself up. Green shirt, black jeans, his coat and he was ready to go.
He was tired as fuck, but hey. At least he can sleep in the bus.
((Darius Van Dyke, not continued in a science museum))