Story of My Life

Hurricane Eliza

One Week Later:

"Rise and shine it's a quarter past nine Elizabeth," Sam beamed walking into my room. Did I mention I made the mistake of giving his key back to my place?

"Uggh mbfmrfgrbk nooo," I groaned.

"Come on this place isn't going to clean itself up."

"What?" I mumbled still half asleep.

"Did you really think I'd forget about addressing this pigsty here?"

"But it's my last week to sleep in before I have to go back to work," I whined, "and I do not live in a pigsty!" I quickly defended myself after comprehending what he just said.

"If you can identify a dead animal in your laundry bin, it's a pigsty Eliza, and I let you sleep in till past nine how much sleep does a person need?"

"What did you just say?" I questioned, giving him the look.

Sam's POV:

Uh oh, she's mad. Oh, shi- I mean snap.

"What? N-nothing nothing at all," I quickly covered up realizing what I had just said.

If there's one thing you should know about Eliza Rosewood it's that when it comes to sleep, the queen shall not be woken unless you want to deal with the dragon and-

"Who're you calling a dragon?" An angry Eliza slowly got up walking towards me.

Great, of all the things I could say out loud it had to be this. Great job Sam.

"Yeah nice job Sam," she spoke, still coming towards me, now with a pillow at hand.

I wonder what she's going to do with that pillow hmm maybe- *Smack!*

"What the-" *Smack!* *Smack!*

"Eliza did you just-" *Smack!* "- hit me with a pillow," I groaned out.

"Yes." *Smack!*

"Oof. Why," I grunted, "Dang, for a girl who can't lift a thing of milk you sure can hit - ow! What was that for? Why'd you slap me wasn't smacking me with that hardass pillow enough?"

*Smack* *Smack* *Smack*

"Eliza- oof. Are you done ye- oof. Seriously Eliza I think that's enou- oof. Okay, that's it," I declared before grabbing both her arms and removing the pillow from her grip before holding so she wouldn't start hitting me again.

"Now without going all kungfu panda on me, what have I done to upset you- hey that means no shin kicking either."

"You woke me up and said I'm a dragon living in a pigsty," she spoke anger laced in every word, before kicking me a little further above the shin and getting out of my hold and going back under the covers.

After recovering from hurricane Eliza, I made my way toward the bed, trying a new approach.

"What's wrong?" I gently spoke, as if speaking to a small child, laying beside her.

"You mean," she pouted, turning away.

"Okay. How about I let you sleep in a little more okay?" I compromised, figuring she probably tried staying up all night or something and was tired.

"Fine. You're still mean though," she spoke, still facing the wall.

"I'm sorry for saying you're a dragon living in a pigsty, better?" I apologized, moving closer and wrapping an arm around her.

"Better," she spoke, facing me and moving closer.

"Good. So do you still want to sleep in or should we get this place cleaned up? Eliza?"

I looked down to see her fast asleep once again. Yeah, I'm not moving, I thought to myself not wanting to deal with hurricane Eliza 2.0. *shudders.*