Your roommate, Raven, has been complaining about her computer troubles for months and keeps forgetting to take it to the shop. And while you can only pretend to care so much, she finally remembered the other day that her twin brother was like the computer god in their family. So, she decided to give him a call and set up a time for when he could come over to help.

That was the least of your concerns.

You had a hot date tonight! You're too busy getting ready and timing everything up until you had to meet this guy at the restaurant, Shane, which would be around the same time she said her brother was supposed to show up. Your laundry was drying while you picked out jewelry for like four different outfits depending on which one would pop out at you.

Gold with blue...silver with purple... gold with pink... okay but what would go with the new blush you just restocked? And which pair of heels haven't you been seen in more than five times?

It's an hour before you had to meet up with Shane. You were in the middle of brushing your teeth when you went to gather your pile from the drier. You could hear Raven shuffling around the house but didn't pay much mind to it. Not until, after about five minutes, you hear her shout your name like she caught a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar, startling you to the point of hitting your head while hip-deep in the drier.

You groaned loudly and backed up with the pile held against your chest, sitting back on your thighs while rubbing your head with your other hand.

"What the hell are you doing? I told you Riley was coming over!"