Three O' Clock Rock

{Kayla}

What woke me up was the sunlight. It streamed through the blinds gently, casting soft light on the heap of blankets which hid my bed; I could feel that the light was warm, yet in itself a rude awakening. I shoved the duvet off my tired body, and rubbed my eyes. I opened them, saw the state of my room, and then closed them again.

Ugh, Tom's gonna be here any moment.... I then straightened up, and jumped off my bed, my feet landing in heaps of clothes and other junk.
I sighed. I'd better get started. I went over to my desk, which couldn't be seen due to all the pages of drafts, guitar magi zines and journals that were strewn over it. The record player was laying on top of the heap, along with a few records that i stole from Cheyenne's collection. I picked up an Alice Cooper record and placed it on the machine. As the music played, I piled every clothing item that was not in my closet onto the bed for inspection later. I turned around, and noted that my room looked so much better already. I had almost forgotten that I owned a tv because it was hidden under clothes and more clothes.
I grabbed all of the randomly sparsed magazines and put them in my magazine basket which had previously been covered with my jacket for some reason. I scooped all my pens and pencils into one of the desk drawers, put all my jewelry in its box, found a bottle of perfume under my bed and put that on the desk with the others, and stopped to inspect my work.
All that was left (pretty much) were my multitude of shoes and the heap of clothes on my bed (which would take a good fifteen minutes to do). I opened my closet, which was pretty empty since most of my clothes were on the bed, and picked up most of my shoes. They were mainly heels, because I had every color and style that ever existed. I prided myself on this fact, and I tugged the lot over to the closet. I shoved the shoes into the closet and began organizing the shoes by style. The solid colored heels in one corner, followed by the shoes that sparkled, then the boots. Today, I had planned on wearing my favorite ones, a pair of black velveted pumps that i bought last month.
Once I was done with my shoes, I paused and looked upward at the giant poster on the inside of the closet door. It was a poster of Steven Tyler. I smiled, getting a warm feeling in my chest; every time I smiled, it seemed that his small smirk would widen, but when I blinked, it was the same again.
I stood up, and headed over to my bed to sort the clothes. I took a deep breath, and then began. I made piles on the newly clean floor, of shirts, jeans and pants, jackets, underwear, and skirts. I only had two skirts, but they were pretty cute. I tossed the dirty into the dirty clothes bin. I left my outfit for the day on my unmade bed, and picked up the huge pile of pants and began hanging them up. I folded some of the shirts and put them in the chest of drawers, put the others in the closet, then hung up the jackets.
I turned, and went to open the blinds, when I caught the picture on my bulletin board that always made me do a double take. It was a photo of my parents, before the accident, with my Aunt Lori in a hotel room back in New York. That was back when my father was able to fly. Since then, he's become parlayed due to a construction accident.
I shook the thoughts off as I opened the blinds, and then went back over to my bed and began putting my clothes on. I then tossed my pjs behind my pillow, clumsily made the bed, and turned just as the door opened and Robin stuck her head in. "Breakfast's ready." She said, and then left. I could smell the pancakes from here, and so I opened the door and headed down the hallway towards Cheyenne's room.
"Chey, wake up!" I said, and pulled open the blinds. Cheyenne groaned, and pulled the covers over her head.
"Kayla! Why did you wake me up! I was having the best dream every…" she moaned. I walked over to the bed, pulled the covers off of Cheyenne, and then took a good look at the room that I was standing in.
"Wake up, or I'll tell Eric you piss with the door open." Her eyes opened slowly then, and she sat up in her bed.
"Give me one more reason to get up." She said, while stretching her arms.
"Robin's made pancakes." Cheyenne was up and putting on her pants; I laughed and we both went down the hallway. We ran down the stairs as the inviting smell drew us into the bright kitchen. We both said "Good morning!" at the same time to Robin and Eric, who was here early. We grabbed plates and piled pancakes onto them, grabbed forks and knives, and sat down at the table. I grabbed the syrup and drizzled it over my already buttered pancakes, and then dug in. Cheyenne was already on her second pancake.
Outwardly, us two "sisters" seemed completely different, in style at least, but we had the same tastes in movies and music, we were both sarcastic beyond belief, and quite witty. Since we had such similar tastes, I was confident Cheyenne would love the marathon of horror movies that I was going to show her today. I saw a movie nearly a year ago about a pycotic young boy who grew into a murder after being rejected by several girls at a junior high dance. The movie was strange and supplied many unintentional laughs.
We were both 22, with different lengths of hair and features. Our hair was light for the both of us, but mine was more dirty blonde, and cheyenne's was more one tone. I had a mixture of blonde and dark brown pieces in my hair, but you could only see those in the sunlight. Cheyenne's eyes were an intense electric green that complimented her blonde hair. Mine were brown, but I had a gold rim around the pupil.
We finished our food and dumped the plates into the sink. We said thanks to Robin and headed upstairs. Cheyenne went into her room to get dressed for her day with Eric, while I went into mine to pull out the first movie that we would watch.
Cheyenne came in a few seconds later, wearing a Motley Crue t-shirt and faded jeans. She came to observe her outfit in my full-lenght mirror. I had the only full-lenght mirror in the house and Robin and Cheyenne came into my room to use it all the time. Cheyenne tugged at the hem of the shirt and turned her body sideways to check her butt. She dropped her hands at her side and arched her back, watching herself in the mirror.