"Simon, Simon! Wake up!" Penelope shrieked, jarring Simon awake and putting a smile on his face. "I'm awake, Penny, I'm awake," he said, shaking her off. "Simon you're getting married today," she shrieked louder than before, and Simon grinned and hugged her. "I know, I know, I know Penny, but you've got to get off me, cause I've got to write my vows,"
"You haven't done it yet?"
"What can I say, I procrastinate on everything," Simon stood up from his bed, combing his fingers through tousled his hair. "Read me what you have so far,"
Simon smirked and picked up the legal pad with chicken scratch down the side. "You're going to have to wait. Where's my tux?"
"In the bathroom," said Penny, flipping off Simon's bed and onto hers. "How excited are you?" she said, lying down on her already made bed. "On a scale of one to ten? Fifteen," said Simon, sitting up and putting his bare feet on the floor. "What time is it?"
"Nearly eleven, lazypants,"
"Lazypants?" Simon dove across the gap between the beds and tackled Penny, knocking her over with fits of laughter. "Let's go get brunch," he said, sitting up off of Penny, smirking at her kicking legs."No," she said. "You have to write your vows. I'll get you scones,"