Heist

chapter 7

Raven and I decide on watching all the marvel classics and stuffing our faces with all the deep fried junk we bought earlier.

Later that night whilst I was trying to keep my eyes open and continue drooling over a shirtless and ruffled Thor, my thoughts drift towards earlier.

Mr Foster really was hacked, and he keeps losing his money each minute. How do people do that, how can he keep losing every dollar and why can't they freeze his account?

This is actually sad, the guy recently had a very successful gala and celebrated with all his business associates and this happens.

I look over at Raven who is twisted in a very uncomfortable position. She always does this, she falls asleep in weird stances and she always sleeps through it all.

Sighing I stand up and try to get her in a more normal position to sleep in. As soon as my hand comes in contact with her arm she starts fighting off my efforts.

"Come on Ray, turn over and then you can go back to sleep or just come sleep with me on the bed" I tell her thinking she's awake or at least half asleep.

Is that a thing? Half asleep.
Probably not.

She doesn't answer me she just mumbles some incoherent words and stays sprawled on the couch.

Sighing in defeat I get a light blanket and throw it over her body and switch of the TV.
I make my way to the bedroom and literally throw myself on top of the covers, I don't even bother getting under the covers I just fall into a dreamless sleep.

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I am currently in the bathroom having WW3 with my hair, or is it WW4 now? I have the weirdest feeling that the war passed me whilst I was busy focusing on America being made Great again. Ooh well my hair won't get tame and its a circus up there. How do the girls on TV do it, this stuff sucks.

I woke up in a terrible mood today, thanks to the fact that its a freaking Tuesday and I personally hate Tuesdays, I know its dumb but midweek days are just crappy for me.

The only thing I'm looking foward to today is I plan on surprising Nona at the bakery today, I don't have classes on Tuesdays.

Sighing in defeat I resign from the chaotic task that is taming my hair.
I just bunch it all up then I do my morning routine.

After finishing with my shower I dress myself then head over to Raven's closet, I start rummaging through her mess looking for something that I'd even consider wearing.
Raven and I have completely different styles, while she likes to go all out and dresses to impress I usually go for comfort.

I end up settling for denim shorts and a plain black T-shirt and putting on the converse I was wearing when I came here yesterday.

I make my way to the kitchen and I'm immediately met with a delicious scent. Smiling to myself I quicken my steps in an effort to be acquainted with the food as soon as possible.

What?....don't judge me, food is life.

"You really have a problem when it comes to food don't you?" Raven teases, chuckling to herself.

"Shut up and feed me woman!" I shoot back fighting a grin  that eventually plasters itself on my face when she slides a plate filled with bacon, eggs and pancakes towards my drooling face.

"Would you stop being so dramatic. That stupid shit eating grin of yours is giving off serious pedophile vibes"

"Whaggbmmnh" I begin to say but start having a food orgasm in my mouth.