The annoying beeping of her alarm wasn't exactly the most pleasant way to wake up, but a smile spread across Grace's face when she remembered that Chris' parents were gone for a week, and that he was picking her up and taking her to breakfast instead of going to school. She still hit the snooze button though, to sleep for 15 more minutes, just like she did everyday. Too soon it went off again, and she decided it would be better to wait until she was at Chris' to go back to sleep. She dragged herself out of bed, down the hall, and into the shower. Not long afterwards she headed back to her room, dressed only in a towel.
She shut her door and threw the towel on the ground, peeking at her youthful 19 year old body as she walked past a full length mirror to her dresser. On the way she grabbed the same pair of jeans that she'd been wearing for a week straight and threw them onto the bed, along with a pair of panties and a t-shirt. Her breasts were small and perky, so she never bothered with bras.
Pink boy cut panties were dragged on first, then the jeans. As she was pulling her t-shirt over her head she flashed herself a grin in the mirror carefully admiring the girl who grinned back. She turned so that her back showed, the giant allosaurus that wrapped around her ribs and half of her toned upper back danced as she moved. Socks and a pair of old ripped up sneakers went on after her shirt. She ran her fingers through her short boy-cut hair and shrugged in the mirror at herself just as the doorbell rang.
She snatched her book bag and ran down the stairs, trying to beat her dad at the door. She met him in the hallway and flashed him her childish grin that fooled everyone of her innocence, quickly pecked him on the cheek, and ran out the door, not giving him a chance to speak with Chris. Chris was her best friend and everything, but a horrid liar, and she didn't want her dad to know she wasn't going to classes.
"So who are we going to breakfast with?" Grace asked as she climbed into Chris' car.
"John and his friend Todd, who I don't really know, do you?" Chris replied, starting his car and driving away. Grace waved to her dad who was looking out the window, wondering why his daughter wasn't taking the bus.
"Nope, but if John hangs out with him he must be a pretty cool kid." Grace turned up the radio and the car started thrumming, making it impossible for anymore conversation.
Grace was 19, Chris had been her best friend since freshman year of high school, and now they both attended the crappy excuse of a community college in their hometown. John was still a senior in high school, but a very close friend. His 18 birthday just happened to land on the week that Chris' parents would be away, and so they were cutting there classes to plan a surprise for him. Grace often pulled stunts like this, and usually, she got Chris as well as herself into some sort trouble, but most of the time, she was very good at getting them out of it.
In barely any time at all they had reached the diner that there group of friends frequented, morning, noon, and all hours of the night. They sat at there usual table in the corner and soon afterwards John walked in.
Grace's eyes opened in shock at the attractive punk boy who wandered in behind him. Todd was tall and lanky, and incredibly skinny and almost fragile looking. Except the veins that stood out of the skin on his arms like little rivers killed the fragile look as she realized that muscles sat right beneath the veins. John strode over to them, the boy followed, his head lowered shyly, black shaggy hair in his face, scuffing his dirty sneakers along the ground, his jeans rivaling her own in dirtiness. Her breath caught in her throat as he got close enough for her to see that his black t-shirt was indeed an Adicts shirt.
"Hey guys, this is Todd," John introduced them as he slid into his normal seat. "Todd, this is Chris and Grace."
