When your trying to get dressed and the door bell rings . . .

You groan, roll over in bed, grab your phone, and look at the time. It reads 10:23. You roll out of bed and walk over to the little bathroom that you have. It is awfully small, but it suits your needs. You look in the mirror and groan for the second time that morning. Your hair is a mess and your lips are chapped. You open a drawer and rummage through it and find a comb. You groom your hair, wincing every few seconds. Once your hair is straight, you put the comb back, and grab your cloth from a ring on the wall. You turn on the facet, wet the cloth, and scrub your face. You ring out the cloth and put it back on the ring. You grab your toothbrush from a small drawer. You turn back on the facet and wet the toothbrush. You put Colgate toothpaste on your toothbrush and scrub your teeth. That's when you hear your doorbell being rung. Ding, Dong! You think, What the huh? You walk out of the bathroom, out of the bedroom, and over to the door. You look out the peek hole. You gasp! You unlock the door and say, "Hey John! What are you doing here so early?" He laughs, "You think this is early? Um, hey, can I come in? It is freezing out here!" You open the door so he can walk in. "Uh, sure! Just let me get ready." He walks in and closes the door behind him. You hurry and brush your teeth and get something on other than a Hakuna Matata onesie. (You put on the outfit you first wore at the beginning of the story. It's washed. Calm down. I won't have you wearing dirty clothes. And I can't think of another outfit.) When your done getting ready, you greet John in your living room. John looks up from his phone and says, "Oh, you look good. You ready?" You say, "Uh! Fine. You know, I'm still scared to go there." He raises an eyebrow. "So, you DON'T want IHop?" You say, "Wait, what!? Hecks ya, I want da IHop! Lego!" He laughs, "Ha! Alright, let's go." You get your keys from the kitchen and walk over to the door. You open the door and John walks out. You walk out and lock the door behind you. You gasp insight of a Harley Davidson. John says, "It's sick, right? I just bought it today to impress you." You turn to face him. "You did not! No one would buy a whole Harley Davidson just to impress a girl!" His cheeks turn a bright red and stutters, "W-well, I d-did. Let's g-go." He walks over to the bike and you follow, still pondering about what he said before. He gets on the bike, puts on a helmet, and guns the engine. "Here, put this on," he says, as he hands you a helmet. You put on the helmet, get on the motorcycle behind him, and put your arms on his shoulders. "Let's go to da IHop! I want dem foods!" you yell. John laughs and the engine roars as you and John speeds off . . .