So I've been extremely obsessed with SU, and Sadie and Lars have slowly risen to be my favorite characters. I don't really know why. But anyway, I figured I'd write a nice piece of fanfiction for the two of them. This isn't going to be completely romantic, or completely friendship based-I don't know, I'm writing this on a whim, but it'll be touching either way.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! And make sure to support Steven Universe!

xoxox Kita

Six in the morning was way too early. Sure, some people like Sadie were optimistic, but that didn't mean they were all morning people.

Yawning, Sadie struggled to fix her tired eyes on the door of the doughnut shop. If only she had a car…then maybe she wouldn't have to wake up so early to get to work on time. She sighed as she stepped inside and stripped off her jacket. Rubbing her arms, she made her way to the back of the store to get started on the morning preparations. But as she made her way around the counter, she heard her phone ringing from her pocket.

She moaned lightly, knowing exactly who it was before she even picked it up. She had an urge to ignore the call, but she knew her mother would be persistent. Sighing for probably the fifth time, she answered. "Hello?"

"Where are you?" Her mother asked in an agitated tone, "You aren't in your room, and you're not—"

"I'm at work!" Sadie said in agitation, "I told you that I have the morning shift every Monday, Wednesday and Friday."

"Hey! There's no reason to get snappy." Her mother shot back. Sadie felt her agitation build, but she only rubbed the bridge of her nose as she sat down and leaned her back on the counter.

"Sorry, mom…it's just that I'm really tired, and I—"

"Well maybe you should quit your job already and focus on school like I suggested!" Her mother interrupted with a humph. Sadie felt the blood in her face drain. Did she really have to deal with this today of all days?

"We've talked about this!" Sadie said with a sigh, "I need the money so that I can get a car. If I don't get a car, I can't get to the concert."

"I don't understand what's so important about that concert."

"It's important to me, mom."

"Is it more important than your education?"

Sadie was saving up for a summer concert since the beginning of the year. She got this job because she wanted to go see her favorite band, even though her mother and father couldn't afford it. But her mom was so controlling sometimes—she wanted Sadie to focus on school and only school—not some silly band. But Sadie needed to see them live. The Rockets were the only ones who had been there for her when her parents had separated. Their music was the only thing that kept her going for a long time.

"Are you ignoring me?"

Sadie couldn't take much more of this. One sided arguments with her mother were things that happened at least every other month, but when they did happen, they really took a toll on her happy-go-lucky attitude on life. She was getting really tired of fighting the pessimism of her mother. And it didn't help that, oh you know, Aunt Flo had come to visit for the week. Sadie was in pain, and it just wasn't a good time for emotional distress.

"I have to go mom." Sadie forced the conversation to come to a close, and she stood up with a sigh. Pain shot through her back, and she rubbed it tenderly as she stood up.

Curse womanhood.

"Troubles in paradise?" Sadie jumped as she turned around, surprised to see a smirking redhead looking down at her. The cocky redhead tried to cover his smirk with his sleeves as he leaned forward, burying the bottom of his face in his crossed arms; he did it mostly because he knew that it irritated Sadie even more than just seeing his smirking face.

"What are you doing here so early?" Sadie asked as she rubbed her eyes and headed for the back. Lars took off his jacket and placed it on the counter before he followed her.

"That's my question. I mean, as much as I love your help, I have the morning shift today, not you." Sadie opened her mouth and turned to answer, when she realized that he was right. Her alarm hadn't gone off today, and she had thought that it just didn't work. It had been working all right, but Sadie's brain wasn't. It was Tuesday.

She groaned and slapped her hands on her face. She could have gone home and slept if she hadn't just hung up on her mom. If she went back home now, she would have to deal with hearing her mom's rants about her life.

So basically, she was stuck at the Big Donut. In a bad mood. With possibly one of the worst instigators in the world.

She caught a sigh in her throat and forced it back down before she curled her hands into fists and headed to the changing room. "I'm going to take a nap until my shift."

"What? Why don't you just stay up and help me?" Lars called grumpily, "It's not my fault you messed up your schedule. So just stay up and help like you would any other day!"

Sadie held her tongue and continued walking. Today wasn't just any other day. And this really wasn't how she usually reacted to Lars. Heck, this wasn't how she usually reacted to anything. Today was just a really bad day for her, and she wasn't in the mood to deal with Lars's complaints.

"Just wake me up when it's my shift, okay?"

Lars watched his short coworker make her way to the changing room before he grumbled to himself. He had actually been excited when he heard Sadie's voice. It wasn't every morning shift that he got entertainment while mixing ten thousand tons of dough. Still, he knew his limits with Sadie. And after hearing her side of the argument with her mom on the phone, he knew today wasn't a good day for her. She was really touchy about her mom—she never liked it when Lars learned new things about her family. It was something that he used against her whenever he could—just to irk her—but her reaction today had been different, and that was a code red.

Well, can't do nothin' about it now. He grunted as he lifted the large sack of flour into the large mixer and emptied it out before taking one more look towards the large closet they called the changing room. Sadie was sitting down in the corner, leaning her head on the wall. She was already out and drooling on her cheek. "Yuck." Lars shuddered as he turned back around and continued to work. But he paused again when he heard her lightly moan. He turned in surprise, but discovered why she had cried out lightly. She was holding her shoulders and shivering.

Even if they lived near the beach, it was still cold this early in the morning. Heck, sometimes the waves added to the cold. And it didn't help that the Big Donut didn't have any heat systems since it was a beach shop. So Sadie was probably cold with only her short sleeved uniform on.

"This is why I tell her to wear a long sleeve shirt under her shirt." Lars mumbled to himself as he threw the flour down on the ground and shoved his hands in his pockets as he made his way back to the front. He lifted Sadie's jacket and made his way to the changing room. Sadie was cold, but she was determined to stay asleep. Lars grabbed Sadie's shoulder and shook her, "Sadie, yo Sadie! Wake up and take the jacket!" But it was useless—she was out for the count. He rubbed the back of his neck as he squatted in front of her. Shrugging with a last sigh, he put the jacket over her shoulders so that the warm lining of the jacket was tucked around her arms. He stood up and went back to work, hoping that Sadie wouldn't say anything when she woke up. He had a reputation to keep up.

Meanwhile, Sadie snuggled deeper into her jacket, and smiled lightly as her cold dream turned into a warm one.