Ivy opened her marbled grey eyes and batted her long lashes. She stretched her lengthy, tanned legs and rolled over onto her side. She reached over onto the night stand moved the water glass out of the way and picked up her phone. The screen read 9:45. She sat up, trying not to wake up Carlisle, her boyfriend, Marshmallow, their large, white, Great Pyrenees who was placed at the end of their bed, or Beans, the chubby pug, who was snoring from under the covers. She cracked her neck and picked up a hair tie from the nightstand. She tied her long, dyed, blue hair up onto the top of her head.
She got up, and tiptoed over to her art desk. She put on her black, cat eye glasses, picked up her sketch pad and a kohl pencil and tiptoed back over to the bed. She looked over at Carlisle, her subject for this particular sketch.
"God, he's gorgeous, how is he mine?" She thought to herself. She started sketching his slender nose, bushy, brown eyebrows, and speckled, hazel eyes. She tried her best to capture the whim of his curly, brown hair, and freckles. She accidentally made his ear a little larger than it actually was, so she started erasing, which roused Carlisle.
He opened his large eyes and yawned.
"Morning, my little bug," Carlisle said through a smile.
She smiled, and in response kissed his thin lips.
"Whatcha working on?" He questioned, "What time is it?"
"A sketch with the most beautiful subject," Ivy picked up her phone, "and 10:33."
"Woah, how long have you been up?"
"About an hour," Ivy responded.
"Why didn't you wake me up, you know I love The Today Show," he whined, "now how am I going to get a skinny mojito recipe or a new ab routine?"
"I don't think you need an ab routine," she poked at his stomach flub, he was a lanky 6'5" but still had some pudge in all the right places "you have a natural 6-pack."
He grimaced and then retorted, "obviously, I'm a real Hulk Hogan."
"Plus, you're still 6 months shy of being able to drink legally," Ivy said. Carlisle was 1 1/2 years her minor. "And anyways, it's Sunday, so the hosts are that wannabe Al Roker, and the girl who talks like she has braces for too long."
"True," he winked at her, stretched, and pulled the covers over his head. Ivy sat up on her knees,
"Noo," she whined, trying to pull the covers off of him, "how am I ever going to sketch you now? I'm almost done I promise!"
He threw the covers off of him, and propped up on his elbow, "paint me like one of your French girls."
She giggled, and continued on.
A loud ~pffrtt~ came from under the covers, "BEANS!" They groaned in unison and started airing out the covers, which started Marshmallow, causing her to fall off the bed.
They both giggled, a tiny ~pffrtt~ came from Ivy, causing them to laugh harder. And Carlisle responded with a louder one. They fell into a fit of laughter. ~grrgle~ Ivy looked down at her stomach, and set aside the pad and pencil.
"This will have to wait, I'm STARVING," she yelled.
She unrolled her fuzzy socks and put them on, got up, and stretched. Carlisle hopped across her side of the bed, and tickled her sides. She started giggling which turned into a cackle. She whipped around and pinned him on top of the bed, and tickled him, leaned down and kissed him.
"But for reals, I might die if I don't get me some nosh," she sighed.
"I don't think that's how you use that word," he pondered quietly as he slipped off the bed.
The team of four trotted into the kitchen. The clock read 11:00.
"Hey Lisle, can you grab the newspaper, please?" Ivy asked.
"Of course, but if I run into that odd, hippie, couple..." He groaned.
"Hey there is nothing wrong with hippies, they are pretty damn cool," Ivy interjected, "I mean I was raised by hippies, for goodness sake."
"No I know, I know, but like, uhhh," he stammered, "they always ask about our sex life," his voice was in a whisper.
He strolled out onto the front porch, he turned to go inside, he thought he made a clean getaway when he heard from across the way,
"Howdy neighbor!"
"Shit" he thought. On the outside he turned around, and waved.
The couple was about 60, the female, who he believed was named Sunflower, was wearing a long, silk, kimono robe and her grey hair had flowers in it. The guy, who he hadn't the slightest clue of what his name could be, was wearing long hippie pants.
"Late rising?" His neighbor bellowed.
"Yeah, uh, I guess so," Carlisle stammered.
"Did you get a morning session in?" said the guy yelled, then winked.
"Woah, woah, woah, no, no," Carlisle blushed.
"Sure, well we got it in 3 times last night, it was simply invigorating," Sunflower said whimsically.
"Oh um I'm really glad for you, oh well, I hear Ivy calling for me, better go, see you guys later!" Carlisle rushed in the house.
The neighbors didn't even hear him they were too busy making out and groping each other.
He walked into the kitchen and made a gagging noise, "I think we need to move."
Ivy chuckled. He walked over to where she was making French toast, and scrambled eggs. Their two dogs watched her patiently, waiting for scraps to fall. Carlisle picked up a piece of perfectly golden French toast and started eating it with his bare hands.
"Geez, I think you lied you're not Hulk Hogan, you're Macho Man Randy SAVAGE," Ivy joked.
"Ooooh yeahhh," He tried to do his best impression, through a mouthful of toast.
"Go pick a tv show out for us to watch while we eat, please nothing too gross."
She took their two plates out to the living room coffee table, and then went back for her Apple juice and his coffee.
"Steven Universe? Good choice," Ivy approved.
