B. Loski's Point of View
I hopped over the fence as stealthily as possible, although it didn't really work out since I almost fell on the ground. I walked slowly towards Naomi's window and knocked on it lightly. I whispered hoping she'd hear me, "Naomi! Naomi!" I called out.
After a minute of me tapping on the window, she opened it. She was rubbing her eyes, her hair disheveled as she groaned, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you." I retorted, hopping into her room through the window.
"No shit."
Naomi wandered back to her bed, back against the wall as she tried to wake herself up. I followed her lead and did the same, sitting right beside her. Naomi looked over at me endearingly, she looked so content, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Do I have to have a reason to want to hang out with my number one girl?"
Naomi playfully rolled her eyes at me, "Number one girl?" She echoed, laughing playfully.
I nudged her, regretting now after realizing how stupid I sounded, "I just needed someone to hang out with, that's all."
"What? Were the others not waking up so you're slumming it with me until around say.. noon? "
"No, I am not slumming it with you. In fact, you're a step up."
Naomi gasped, "Ahh, he's sweet too!" she teased. Moments later, Naomi stood up from the bed, "Get up, let's go do something."
