Rich's P.O.V
I wake up to my alarm blaring in my ear. Honestly, what the fuck, I mumble to myself even though I am completely aware that this occurs every morning. I roll over and notice a message on my alarm saying, "Rise and shine cutie!" I smile to myself, thinking about how damn cute I am. I roll out of my bed and start my morning routine. I go to the bathroom and use the toilet, because who doesn't do that first thing in the morning. As I come back into my room, I notice all of my pictures on my wall. Most of them are from my first season at the university. Yeah, maybe I rode the bench the whole time, but I looked damn good doing it. I continued my routine, you know, take off my pajamas, admire myself. Get dressed in ONLY casual Basketball™ gear, admire myself in the mirror. Go brush my teeth, admire my nice ass beard even though I kind of resemble Billy Ray Cyrus. Begin singing his hit song "Achy Breaky Heart", but not the whole way because I don't know all the lyrics. Laugh at myself for being so silly. Fix my hair into the daily look consisting of a small quiff even though those died out in 2014. Grab my backpack and head to my beloved black Jeep®. I begin the long and strenuous drive to campus, even though I could walk right across the road but I'm just that extra. Hahaha, I love myself. I enter the campus and whip out my phone to begin to post a Snapchat® story. I put on a song by none other than... Ursha baby. Damn, I love that man almost as much as I love my team. I pull into whatever fucking parking deck I park in and look in my rearview mirror at myself.
"You got this Rich. You look good, you smell good. What else could you need?" I ask myself as I look into my own eyes.
I quickly look around to make sure no one will see me.
"I love you." I kiss my reflection, grab my backpack and head to my first class of the day.
