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-Morning person-

George's POV:

"Alexxxuhhhh go awayyy" I groan and roll over in my bed.

He grabs my duvet and yanks it off, throwing it on the floor. "No! Get up! It's almost 8 am, it's already late." 

We wake up at 6 every day for school. I don't see how this isn't early.

"No! It's a holiday, and I, for one, will be enjoying my lie in until at least midday!" I say, and grab the duvet back to cover myself.

We are staying with Mr and Mrs Mountfitchet in their London flat for the Christmas hols. We thought we were going to share the spare room with Daisy and Hazel -I saw Alex going red at the thought- until we arrived and Bridget told us that there was a room available as the Mountfitchets wouldn't be arriving until at least Tuesday next week.

Daisy, of course, took their room and bed (Hazel felt awkward and took the floor). We stayed in the guest room -luckily-. 

Alex, if you haven't already guessed, is a morning person. I am not. I almost forgot as at Weston everyone wakes up at the same time, so although he's always too happy to be waking up at 6 on a Monday, it isn't too irritating.

"Georgeee" he says in an annoying singsong voice. "Georgee. I'm lonelyy"

"George!" He says, lightly punching me in the arm. "Wake up wake up wake up wake up wa-"

"Aaaokkk I get it! Now quit it." I finally roll over and stick my legs out of the duvet. Of course it's freezing, it's a morning in mid December.

Gritting my teeth, I slide out of the duvet, stand up then grab it and wrap it around myself.

Looking in the mirror, I see a lanky, fully dressed white boy standing next to a penguin. We both burst out laughing.

"You look stupid." He grins

"Yeah well I style it pretty well, dont I?" I say, demonstrating my amazing abilities as a model.

"Boys! What are you doing? It's eight in the fucking morning." Daisy Wells is standing there, having just woken up but looking pretty and blonde. "George? What the fuck are you wea-" she sniffs. "Never mind."

Remembering my penguin costume, I drop it and wink at them.

Hazel is standing beside her, rubbing her eyes and actually looking like she just got up.

"I swear if I have to go through this every time-" Daisy won't shut up about being woken at this ungodly hour. I have to say I agree with her. "Me and Hazel are going back to bed. If you don't mind." 

She stalks off. Hazel gives Alex a small wave before following her. Alex goes crimson and waves sheepishly back. I roll my eyes at both of them.

"Alex. I am not going through this for five days." 

"Going through what?" He's (almost) back to normal now, closer to a normal skin tone of a human father than a tomato.

He knows exactly what I'm talking about.