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She knew how much you hated waking up. She had listened to you complaining about it relentlessly ("it just… absurdly difficult for such a simple task!! And I always promise myself, today i'mma do it right but then it my bed is so warm and my dreams are so interesting and the other option is having to come here to this school and– you see where i'm going with this?") She had watched you come in late to math class every Thursday and Tuesday of the year. Five month in, you stopped apologizing and the teacher stopped complaining. At least after starting to work in Scoops Ahoy (yes, you had to wear the stupid outfit, but your way out of this hell hole isnt gonna pay itself), you had Robin. Who always saved you a seat beside her and offered you her notebook to copy the first twenty minutes of notes.
But something had changed that summer. And it was not the fact that you made enemies with evil russians (which um, was still surreal ) and neither the fact that you had escaped that monster, as you and Robin liked to call it, of highschool. Or, you know, actual monsters. Of course that helped, leaving high school was always good for people like you, but finally getting around to confess your forbidden crush on your best friend just felt a liiitle more significant. (Yes, more than the russians. You're still a teenager after all.)
It hadn't been pretty. There were tears and cursing and dramatic rain, cause life liked to fuck with you sometimes, but you got passed all the hatred youve been taught since birth and figured it out. Now you have been dating for almost six months.
Summer is long gone, but you don't have classes to get late anymore. The only goal now was to get as much cash as shitty jobs could give to get as far as possible. You both were thinking about France, but neither had explicitly said it. It still felt delusional, the idea of leaving. But maybe it was closer than you both thought.
Either way, for now, being out to her parents and feeling like her house was more of a home than yours ever was, was enough. Robin managed to make everything better. For example, your most evil enemy ( still not the russians) : early mornings.
Now, when the sun hits your face, first hour in the morning, the first thing you notice isn't how cold you are or how good was the dream you were having, cause you feel her warm body beneath you and who cares about a dream when life is this good anyway?
So the first thing you do, as you're laying on her chest, is smile like an idiot. Cause, again, you're still a teenager and love does that sometimes. She must feel the gesture on her chest, because she hums and whispers "good morning, sweetie" with the cutest voice you could ever imagine.
"Good morning, linda " you reply, ready to get your morning "no!!! my breath stinks!!!" kiss. Instead, she pulls away just enough so you can see her confused face.
"Who the hell is Linda?" she almost looks mad. You chuckle.
"Lets see, miss 'fluent in four languages', how do you say pretty in spanish again?"
"Oh…" she blushes, you laugh harder.
"Idiot"
She frowns jokingly, now pulling away to the point your bodies aren't touching anymore.
"Um… excuse me?" You shiver a bit, rolling your eyes with affection when you see her keep the fake offended face.
"Come baaack…" you ask. But she manages to escape your embrace. You knew getting a bigger bed was going to be a problem.
"No, I'm deeply hurt. I didn't think you capable to do such hurt" You try to hug her again, she moves a little further to the left. "I feel betrayed "
"But i'm coldddd…" You finally trap her, she doesn't have more space behind her. It's either you or the floor. You like those odds.
"So you're using me as a human heater?" she doesn't let go of the character, in fact your last sentence 'offends' her even more, but at least now you can hug her.
"Like you don't have the coldest hands in the universe?"
She doesn't avoid your eyes anymore, instead she looks at your " uhh i fucked up" smile and you swear she almost breaks, but she keeps it together. Very committed to her performance.
"You think you're funny?" she asks. You nodd, shamelessly, and again she wants to smile but doesn't. You see mischief inside her eyes and frown, what is she planning?
You find out sooner than later, when said cold hands end up in your secretly ticklish places.
"No!" you say, moving further to the right, freeing Robin from her trap in the left corner. When she's certain there's room for her, she stops and lays on her back, arms crossing across her chest. You roll your eyes again.
"Alright…" you surrender "I'm sorry"
You swear you can see the tiniest liiitle smile trying to escape, but she doesn't move.
"Not enough" she sentences in the most dramatic voice you've ever heard.
"Rooobin…" you ask, saying her name just how she likes it as you get up and straddle her hips.
"No!" She says nervously, as she looks to the side, refusing eye contact. She isnt strong enough to resist it right now, one look into your eyes and her whole performance goes down. " I'm afraid my prices for forgiveness are way too high for you to pay!" My god she was the biggest dork ever.
"All I have to do is kiss you, right?" you say, inches away from her face.
"...Yeah" she's says in defeat, as you pull her in for a much needed kiss.
After a couple minutes you leave your spot at her hips and sit beside her on the bed. You could not be late to work again this week, so you kiss her one last time and start to make your way to the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" she whines.
"To call Linda!"
And you could not see her, but you know she rolled her eyes.
"Fuck you!" she sings still from the bed.
You go back, toothpaste still on your face, crazy bed hair still unfixed, and kiss her once more.
"Love you too, idiot"
Yeah, fuck your dreams. They're not even close.