The Pie Fight

2nd Person Narrative

You were, frankly, quite tired of this.

Your best friend (though you were reluctant to admit that) was still in bed. Now that wasn't okay, because she had things to do and they needed to be done now. She had been in this bed for two days, as reported to you by Thorax and Lilac. As her sister would only encourage Morgan's unhealthy antics, it was up to you to convince her.

Everyone would admit you were Morgan's closest friend, despite your wishes that you weren't. You could still remember when you met her, how disrespectful Morgan had been and without tact. She cared little for the opinions of others, instead choosing to follow her own ideas. She refused to answer questions, even the most basic. She seemed to only care about her own dragon, while everything else was moot.

Now that you had become friends, the only thing that really changed was that she cared about your opinion...so she could ignore it.

Morgan always seemed to be lazing about on a couch, or sitting sideways in a chair, or even rollerskating to places instead of walking. If she could do it, she'd use magic to collect her items.

She was lazy.

Which, as a princess to a whole planet, wouldn't do.

You walked into her bedroom. She was snuggled under her sheets, staring blankly at the wall.

"Morgan, you have to get out of bed and eat." You stated. You gave her your best judging face.

The human Traveler princess hummed. "Twilight no I don't." She gave you what was referred to by Darcy as a 'shit eating grin'.

"You've been here two days." You pointed out.

Morgan hummed, turning over. "Going for a record four." She replied. She let out a content sigh.

Your left eye twitched.

"Too bad." You argued. Your hands lit up in your purple magic. "Get up. You've been there long enough!"

Morgan gasped in shock. Your magic had lifted her out of the bed.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" She yelped.

"Get out of bed!" You snapped.

You dragged her towards the bedroom door.

Unfortunately, you neglected to take into account that you stood near the door.

And that Morgan had magic of her own.

And, that she was flailing her legs about to avoid being dragged away.

And that-when she chose- Morgan could be a force all her own.

Morgan kicked you in the face. You yelled in pain.

When you looked back to her, after making sure you weren't damaged or anything of the sort, you saw she had put herself back in bed. She was sitting up on the bed, TV remote in hand.

"Now, do I want a show or a movie?" She mused to herself.

You growled in annoyance. Your hands lit up in magic.

"Twilight, as you BTFWYDWAATF, I suggest you stop."

"...what the hay does that mean?"

"Best Traveler Friend That You Don't Want As A Traveler Friend'." Morgan translated. She smirked at you.

"Ah...still no."

"Pity."

"Either you get out of bed, or I get Darcy and Lilac to do it."