Mikayla’s POV “Mick, wake up.” someone tugged at my arm and I shoved me gently. I groaned and opened one eye. “Shhhhh, I’m sleeping.” Alex laughed and pulled the covers from me, revealing my bare legs and purple cotton nightie. “Mikayla Marie, now.” he demanded, still laughing a little. “Remember when I told you I missed you?” He nodded. “I take it back.” I rolled out of bed and stood up groggily. It sounded like Riley and Lily were arguing out in the living room because all I heard was, “SHUT UP! I’M TIRED!” and “MAKE ME!”. Hmmm, Lily must’ve been singing again. Sigh. I decided to shower quickly then I put on some of my favorite Victoria Secret Pink cream on. Now, about my outfit. I smiled to myself and began throwing clothes all over the place. What to wear, what to wear… I chucked a stack of t-shirts out of the way and finally made it to my sweater and/or cardigans section of my suitcase. I had an obsession with sweaters and cardigans. No, anything soft actually. I pulled out a purple racerback, button down cardigan (A/N; Kinda like that sweater thing Selena Gomez had on for the DC Games? The orange and grey stiped cardigan thing she wore when they were picking teams. Yeah, a cardigan like that.) and a pair of destroyed and paint splattered jean shorts that were made courtesy of my brother and I during our awful attempt at painting the garage in North Carolina. Ha. I looked at my hair. Hmmm, maybe it was a headband day. Definitely. I put in my pretty wire headband …