---Stan's pov---
"Ky. Ky," I say shaking Kyle's shoulder.
"Dude, wake up, it's already 6:45. We're going to be late for school."
"I don't wanna go to school anymore..." Kyle groans pulling on the front of my jacket.
I smile at him, "Dude, we have to. Get up."
"Uggh. Why don't you just kill me?"
"No. Now come on, get up," I say pulling the covers off of him.
"No!" He shouts curling up even closer to me, "Let's just sleep."
"I don't want to be late."
I pull him closer and lean my head down slightly and lick his earlobe, before biting down on it slightly.
"Hey Kyle..." I whisper, "WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
Kyle jumps slightly, then punches me in the arm, "Don't do that!"
He crosses his arms over his chest.
I laugh slightly, "Anyway, we have like ten minutes to get to school."
"What!? We can't be late!"
So, we rush to get ready and start running toward the school.
We have about 5 minutes to get to school, but the school was about a 10 minute walk.
We both started out running by each other, but then Kyle started falling behind.
So, I picked him up.
"Stan! Put me down! I can run on my own!"
"You're falling behind, just shut up and let me carry you."
