the song for this chapter is "Fitzpleasure," by alt-J :)
Finley
I woke up the next morning feeling extremely warm. I groaned against the unrelenting beams of early morning sunlight casting down upon my face and glanced around me to see both Lars and Willa tightly squeezed into my bed with me, my laptop still resting on my lap, paused on the last episode of Vikings that we had watched last night.
This was a regular occurrence. Just like Willa refused to get ready for a night out in her own bathroom, so did both she and Lars refuse to sleep in their own beds after a night out. I had a queen, which comfortably fit two people, but three was definitely a stretch.
I was trapped in the middle of them, my skin feeling like it was on fire from the extra body heat surrounding me.
The text tone on my phone rang out, and I slapped my hand around on the bedspread, trying to find it.
When my efforts were proved to be fruitless, I huffed and propped myself up on my elbow, craning my neck over Lars to see my phone on the nightstand next to him. I reached my arm across his body but was about four inches short of being able to grab it. I stretched my arm until it felt like it might detach from my body, and when that didn't work, I slowly moved my body closer to Lars', if that was even possible.
"Come on, almost...there," I whispered to myself as I struggled to reach for the phone.
I scooted myself forward about one more inch, causing Lars to attempt to roll over, only, instead of rolling over onto more mattress, he rolled straight onto the unforgiving hardwood floor.
"Finn! What the fuck?" he groaned, rubbing his shoulder with his opposite hand.
"I'm sorry," I winced, "I was trying to reach my phone, I didn't want to wake you."
He laughed and threw his head back. "Well, I'm awake now," he chuckled, and I cupped my hand over my mouth to mask my giggles, as Willa was still managing to sleep like a rock.
Lars huffed as he pushed himself to his feet, and reached and grabbed the phone that I had been so desperately trying to get my hands on, placing it in my hand.
"Wanna go downstairs and make breakfast while Sleeping Beauty over there continues to snooze?" he asked, jerking his head towards Willa, who had her head buried underneath the covers.
"Sounds good," I laughed, gently pushing the blankets back and standing up.
"I'm gonna brush my teeth, and I'll meet you down there," I whispered, and he gave me a big thumbs up, before exiting my room.
I tiptoed into the bathroom and removed my retainer, which I was religious about wearing, and brushed that off first. My dental and personal hygiene had always been something I was super serious about, I never left my place without some floss in my bag.
I brushed my teeth and reached on my wrist for my stretched out elastic, pulling my hair up into a sloppy ponytail, before flicking off the bathroom lights and walking out of my room, shutting the door behind me, and making my way down the stairs.
I walked to the kitchen area to see Lars pulling out some food.
"What're you feeling this morning?" He sighed, placing his palms against the counter and leaning forward on them slightly.
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