OFF TO SEE THE STARBUCKS WIZARD! [OPEN]

[Madison Sophia Taylor]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

The sound of Madison’s phone under her pillow blared into her ear, causing her to jump and curse loudly. Bleary-eyed, she fumbled with her cover which was wrapped tightly around her thin self, one arm flailing around to get it off her whilst the other searched under her pillow for her phone. Succeeding in pulling her cover off herself she sat up, her head banging, sighing when she knocked her vibrating phone down the side of her bed. She ignored her phone for the minute, instead letting her head fall into her hands, groaning loudly. She rubbed her eyes and ran a hand through her hair, sitting quietly for a minute, wondering what the time was. She glanced at the clock, surprised to see it was already well into the afternoon. Slowly she stepped out of bed, uneasy on her feet. She managed to tangle herself in her cover again, which was now wrapped around her feet. She swore, really not in the mood to deal with bedding, tripping over as she attempted to jump away from it. She swore again, standing up and stumbling into her bathroom, hands clutching the edges of her sink for support.

She stared into the mirror, sighing when she saw the state of her face. Her eyes were ringed by dark circles and her hair was a mess, more than usual, as a result of her attempts to get out of bed. She grabbed her toothbrush and cleaned herself up, jumping into the shower while she was there. Her head felt as though someone was hitting it repeatedly with a hammer and her hands were refusing to cooperate with her brain as she fumbled with her towel, standing in the middle of her messy room. She kicked at her cover, ignoring the fact that her phone was still ringing. She grabbed some clothes from her wardrobe and put them on, running a brush through her hair so she at least looked presentable. She spun round from her mirror, eyes darting across the room as she searched for her slippers. She bent down; clutching her banging head for a moment, then stuck her hand under the bed to fish them out. Her fingers found something fluffy and pulled it out, revealing her pink slippers. She stuffed her feet in after she stood up; embarking on the journey to the kitchen to find some coffee. She put the kettle on, looking for her coffee jar. Coffee was the only solution to hangovers. She’d tried everything else, from bacon sandwiches to fried egg, but coffee was the only thing that helped her sooth her head. She swore, not able to find the coffee jar. Where the hell was it? She went through each cupboard in turn, searching behind ketchup and tins of beans, to find that her search was fruitless.

“Well, shit.”

She held her head in her hands, leaning against the counter. She swore she could feel her head pounding against her slim, pale fingers, threatening to explode with the pressure. Only now did it occur to her that perhaps drinking all that vodka last night wasn’t such a good idea, especially since no one had been there to stop her from polishing off the entire bottle. She sighed, her hands falling to her hips as she wondered what to do. She could sit here and sleep some more, but that would be impossible with the racket going on in her head. Or, she could venture into town and find the nearest coffee shop. She decided on the coffee shop, grabbing her keys and her purse before leaving the house. She slammed the door, wincing as the sound echoed in her head. It was only when the lift had come that she realized she still had her slippers on. Groaning, she turned back into her home and found the first pair of boots near the door to wear, then called the lift again only to find someone inside it. She entered and pushed her button, leaning against the wall. She ignored the other passenger’s attempt at a hello and a friendly greeting, too hung over to enjoy the fact that they now stood awkwardly until the doors opened.

She stepped out first into the bright sun, cursing under her breath. She kept her eyes down as the sun pierced her eyeballs. She realized it probably wasn’t a smart idea to be outside whilst hung over, but the nearest coffee shop was just short drive to sixth street, something she was sure she could manage. Slowly but surely, she got into her car. She took the sunglasses down from the visor and put them on. Putting the car in reverse, she backed out of her driveway before putting it in drive. As she drove, she mentally swore at a car each and every time she heard a horn honked. Finally she found her store, stumbling outside of her car and going inside, hurrying to the counter. “Uh, coffee. I’d like coffee, please. Mocha frappuccino.” she said, fishing her purse out of her bag and handing over some money. “And a bagel. A bagel would be good,” she added, not really in the mood to punctuate her order with a smile. She waited for her order, taking it enthusiastically and drinking a good gulp as soon as she could. She sighed, turned around and looked for a place to sit. The inside was crowded and full of the lunchtime crowd making noise, but it was bright outside. Madison stood and deliberated where to sit, deciding on sitting outside eventually. She found a table and put her stuff down, facing away from the road and towards the shop. She got out a magazine from her bag and began to read quietly, looking up for a second to check her surroundings..

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WORDS,, 971
TAGGED,, OPEN
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, Tik Tok
NOTES,, ohai
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION