Tired of Dreaming (Original Roommates Revision)

Next Morning

I woke up early, 7:00 AM, according to my clock. Saturday. An excuse to not work on the project my manager gave me for some random wealthy client.

I threw on a t-shirt and a pair of capris. The next week would be the last I would be able to wear something like this. After that, it'll be October. I stretch, cracking my back, with a satisfying snap.

I wander out to the hallway, which was empty, with the lights off. The pale glow of the morning sun, going through the windows downstairs. I head to the shared bathroom of Clair, Alanna, and I, (Cassidy had her own master bath), and brushed my teeth real quick, and styled my hair over to the side like always.

I stretch again and head downstairs. I'm half-way down when I hear a loud snore. I nearly jump out of my skin and fall down the stairs. None of the girls snore like that! Until I notice the smelly lump of male bodies on the floor and couch, with the TV still on.

I sigh, and make my way over the bodies, to get the remote to switch off the TV. But wait, there are only 3 people. Who-?

"Good morning!" I hear Logan say from the kitchen.

"Good god, Logan, you scared me," I mutter, and climb back over the bodies, and make my way to the kitchen. "What are you doing up?" I ask, opening the cabinet to get a coffee cup and a "k-cup" to put in our Keurig.

"Oh, nothing," he says, leaning back in his chair at our table. "I'm just used to getting up early."

"Ok then," I say. It makes sense, he must have to get up early for practices. "Coffee?"

"No thanks," he replies, with a grin I know too well.

"Suit yourself." I put the K-cup in the coffee machine, and start to brew my coffee. I usually just do black coffee because my parents when I was younger never drank flavorful sweet coffee, thus I'd never had it, and had grown a taste for the bitter, black stuff.

"What are you doing up?" he asks. "Since you asked me."

"I don't know," I say. I knew exactly why. I couldn't sleep well. "I'm just used to getting up early, too." I awkwardly sip my coffee. He knew I was lying.

He pretended not to notice though. "Okay, so random question, saying you're someone who would know."

"Shoot."

"Okay, well, how would I hypothetically ask Alanna out?"

I snicker quietly to myself. Not in a million years. Let's just go with it, I guess.

"I'm not asking Alanna!" he says hurriedly. "I mean, like, a girl like Alanna!"

I grin internally. Alanna and Logan! Sure why not? "Well," I say, completely hiding any emotion. "I guess, be honest to her. Don't hurt her. She's amazing, and I think she should have someone who realizes that."

Logan nods. "Okay, I think I can do that! I can make Alanna happy!"

"AHA! So you do want to ask out Alanna! I knew it!"

"WHAT?!" he cries, blushing. "I didn't mean that, I mean-"

I laugh. "It's okay! I believe in you! Just, don't do the same thing you did to Clair."

He nods. "I can do that."

"Ugh, shut up," Nicolas groans from the living room. "You'll wake up the whole house."

"They already did," Cassidy sighs, coming downstairs.

"Sorry," Logan says, with a grin.