Middle Man

SLEEP FOR THE WEEK

"There's no milk!"

That's what woke you up to at four in the morning. Angel screeching that there was lack of food, you really wished you had went into Diablo's 'secret' liquor stash and stolen a bottle of something. Tequila maybe, he loved the drink, especially spicy. You didn't enjoy it but it did the job well.

"Get it yourself!" Well, at least you weren't there only one who woke up, though Diablo was a light sleeper, Angel was the one who usually slept through all the alarms you and Diablo had set. Though Angel worked from home and didn't have a schedule, (and came from rich parents so it was kind of expected for the pale twenty year old to be bratty.) so you understood it. That's not to say you didn't hate it.

That wasn't the problem though. The problem was the nonexistent sleep schedule that came with it. Not going to sleep and waking up at school normal time allowed for Angel to wake up and wander about at the ass crack of dawn, you couldn't handle that. So what's stopping you from yelling at Angel to stop? Sleep deprivation and exhaustion.

"Shut the fuck up, both of you! I have classes today!"

"See, even (Y/N) gets it! And they're the most sleep hating person I know!"

The fued continues, you have the urge to mount your head into the nearest wall.

"Stop cursing you twit!"

You got out of bed and sauntered over to the kitchen. It was tiny, barely enough for one person, let alone three.

You had brought something with you that would be perfect for the occasion. Taking the layered paper and sticking it in Angels face you said one thing before going back to your room to get ready.

"No, you!"