Rex's POV
I open my eyes slowly and look at the clock. 12 pm. Great. I think to myself. There's a quick popping noise above my head and I turn towards it. Noah is standing above me, blowing bubbles into my face.
"Dude. What are you doing?" I shove the other bubbles away from my face.
"You can't keep sleeping in. Holiday is getting mad." He blows more bubbles.
"Stop blowing bubbles at me." I sit up and swing my legs around the side of my bed.
"Well, Holiday wants to speak to you anyway." He sets the container on the table and leaves the room. I rub my eyes for a sec, then get up and leave the room as well. I pass Six on my way to Holiday.
"Well, look who's up." He steps into my path.
"Yeah, yeah I'm up. Get out of my way. Holiday needs to talk to me." I try to sidestep him, but he blocks me again.
"You've been sleeping in for a while now Rex, is something wrong?" I finally am able to pass him, so he follows me.
"I'm not sure. I feel kinda sick." I rub my forehead.
"Well, Holiday looks really pissed." He whispers. I look up and, sure enough, Holiday is there, tapping a foot and eyebrows creased down to her eyes.
"I need an explanation." She says.
"Well, uh…" I try to think of one, but my mind is blank. "I'm…sick?" I smile weakly.
"Of course you are. Just like you were so sick yesterday, you slept in until 3 pm." Holiday says. I smile weakly again, but she just sighs and grabs my arm, pulling me with her.