CrabApple High

Chapter &: Kiss Me...Maybe?

==>Be The Cranky One Who Just Woke Up

Ugh. How the fuck did I get in my bed? I thought I fell asleep on the couch with Strid--

Wait...oh. Now I remember. He carried me here. That was sweet of him.

Now to begin the long process of actually getting out of bed. Fuck blankets. How the hell does one possible get this fucking tangled up in a God damn blanket?

I. Hate. Mornings.

After about twenty minutes of figuring out how to get out of cloth of death, I fell out of my bed. Fuck my life. At least I got out of it finally.

And...I fell asleep in my jeans from yesterday. No wonder I felt somewhat uncomfortable when I woke up. I hate sleeping in jeans. I tore those off of me, and searched my drawer for a clean pair. Apparently I don't have any. I looked at my full hamper, and flipped it off. Guess I need to do laundry.

I sighed and grabbed one of my oversized hoodies, and threw that over top of my shirt, which was also from yesterday. And I didn't care. At least I can get away with running around in a jacket and boxers. It is my house.

I walked out into the living room, heading to the kitchen, I heard snoring. That's odd, Kankri wouldn't sleep on the couch. Unless its not Kankri. Does that mean? Did he stay?

I walked over to the couch, and peeked over the top of it. Sure enough, messy blond hair was showing from under one of our spare blankets.

He actually stayed. I smiled. Today might actually be one of those rare good days for me.

I should make breakfast too. It'd be the nice thing to do.

So that's what I did, I made french toast for me and Dave.

When I was done, I went back to the couch, put the two plates of food on the coffee table and attempted to wake this douche up.

"Strider, wake the fuck up." Nothing. I sighed and sat on the floor next to him, resting my head right next to his on the couch.

"Dave~, wakey wakey~." He moved, covering his head with the blanket.

"Shades please?" I sighed, reaching for the stupid ass sunglasses on the table, not bothering to move my head from its place. After a moment of fumbling around, I got them and gave them to him. He put them on under the blanket and then uncovered his head.

"You're welcome asshole." He smirked and turned his head jumping slightly. I guess he wasn't expecting me to be so close.

"Thanks Karkles. Hmm. If I stayed over more would I get to wake up like this every time?"

"What the fuck do you mean?" He smiled, and moved a bit of hair from my face. This action made my fucking hormonal body think it was perfectly ok to blush. Me blushing, only made Strider's smile widen. Why does this shit happen to me?

"I mean, do I get to wake up to this adorable face every time I sleep over? If so, I'd stay every night." And cue more blushing. Thank you stupid teenager hormones. I hate you.

"Shut up Strider. But...maybe. It depends if I'm the one who wakes up first I guess."

"Really now? If you woke up first, you'd be this close to me?" I nodded, earning another smile from the idiot. The things I do for people.

"Don't expect me to do that every time though. It'd get annoying for me." He chuckled and shook his head.

"I know, I know. But it's nice to wake up to your cute little face." I blushed again and hid my face in the couch, mumbling something close to 'I'm not cute'. Even without seeing him, I knew he shook his head. He lifted my head back up, his own face extremely close to mine.