The mornings were beautiful in Austin. You loved waking up to the feel of the college student infested city. It was some kind of hipster paradise for them. Indie music poured from the restaurants down the block, so loudly that you didn't need an alarm to wake you. Normally, you didn't get up for half an hour after gaining conciousness. You were too lazy to actually get anything done this early. Well, you were just lazy most of the time.
You moved the curtains to see if it was still raining. You didn't understand Texas weather. No one did, really. Sometimes it rained while the sun was still out. Sometimes it would stay dry for weeks. It was rare that the weatherman could ever be trusted. You remember that poor guy saying something like it was a great week to take a dip in the gulf, but it's been raining for days.
Luckily, it wasn't raining now. The sky was pink and orange as the sun peeked through your curtains. You could hear the birds chirping outside, and the wind rushing through the trees. You turned to see your best friend laying beside you. The shadows of leaves danced across her dark skin as she slept. Draped across her shoulders, her hair seemed to be perfect as ever. Her expression was peaceful. Her small, pink lips would form a smile occasionally, and her brows would furrow as the traffic outside got louder. You wondered what she was dreaming about.
You loved waking up beside her, drinking in the scent of her perfume. Some kind of flowery smell that was sweet, but not obnoxious.
Hot fuckin' damn, she was beautiful. You were pretty doggone proud to be the one in bed with this gorgeous piece of ass. Just stick her on the fridge like an A+ essay. Put her in a trophy case and show her off. Laminate and preserve those curves. You don't meet a total babe like that every dynasty.
You kissed her forehead once or twice. She stirred in her sleep, clutching the sheets tighter. The sheets were white. You didn't remember having white sheets. But fabric wasn't exactly your biggest concern at the moment.
It had taken you quite a while to realize that she was bare.
As in completely naked.
As in you, Dave Strider, had most likely done the motherfuckin do with Jade Harley.
Before you could even try to recall the night before, you forgot everything and watched as her eyes fluttered open. She smiled at you, showing off her adorable teeth. You tried to say something, but her sweet voice filled your ears.
"Good morning, Dave."