Endeavors to Awaken Sleeping Mexican

Wow, is a grammar. Anyway, I decided to do a one-shot because I'm a piece of crap. It kinda goes on for quite a while but whatever, hope you like it and shit.

By the way, my pigtailed friend told me the title sounds dirty but it's jUST HER MIND, MY TITLE IS OK, OK?

Max liked to sleep.

Almost everybody does, but Max - Adam thinks - takes it to the extreme. He'd always have massive lie-ins because of his unwillingness to wake up; it was a mystery how Max was able to keep a schedule and get anything accomplished. By the time he'd have opened his eyes, it'd already be midday (on good days, mind you) and Adam - his boyfriend/roommate - had to settle with making lunch for him instead of breakfast before he went to work.

One time, it got so bad that, when Adam finished some new videos, the food that he prepared for Max was still there on the kitchen counter, cold and forgotten. He immediately went to their room and discovered that, yes, he was right, Max was still asleep and squeezing the life out of his pillow.

Adam kicked him off the bed, and giggled.

Max still slept like a log on the floor with his huggable pillow and wrapped up in covers.

Adam removed the covers, his laugh bubbling out of him at the ridiculous scene.

Max shivered slightly, and then snuggled closer to the pillow.

After depriving him of said pillow, Max still had the gall to stay asleep, only whining slightly as Adam took away everything important in his life. It was like Max was a Snorlax and Adam had no ultraballs or a pokeflute. Adam decided that Max's obsession with sleep was amusing.

And since that day, Adam made it a mission to see what would wake Max.

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The following morning, Max felt some cold stuff sprinkled on his face. Ignoring it, he twisted so that his face was buried into his dear pillow.

He sensed somebody leave and drifted back off to sleep.

A small while later, he heard the dull thump of a door opening and he felt a larger influx of cold water dumped onto his face yet again, an amused titter accompanying it. It wasn't enough to get the bedsheets wet, but enough so that his whole face was dripping with water. Max's eyebrows furrowed and he wiped his face on a pillow. He turned so that his covers would protect him from the water-wielding offendor.

Next to him was Adam, holding a bucket filled with water and a glass. His eyes were alight with mischief. Adam clicked his tongue. Welp, desperate times called for desperate measures.

He ripped the covers from Max for the second time that week, letting in all the unwanted cool air. His giggles got higher and higher in pitch, until it became uncontrollable.

He downturned his bucket, drowning Max in pools and pools of water. He remembered that this method worked for him as a child, and wanted to see if it had any effect on sleepy Snormax (he'd thought of Max's new nickname himself).

The view was something, and Adam was tempted to take a picture to remember the moment. His shaking from laughter died down and he looked at the result of his investigation.