CARTER'S POV
"Loki?" I call out. Where is he? I look in his room to find him sleeping with his comforter pulled over his face. It's 12 o'clock in the afternoon. "Loki! Get up!" I yell at the lump in the blanket I assume is his head. He sits up and the comforter slides unmasking his emerald eyes. His usually silky black hair is in disarray.
"What happened? Did someone die?" he clutches my arms and starts to shake me.
"No, it's ok," I say slowly enough that he understands in his groggy state of mind.
"Why'd you wake me up then?" he seethes in pure rage.
"It's 12 o'clock… IN THE AFTERNOON!" I start out quiet then get louder.
"Ugg," he moans falling back. "It's Saturday! Why can't you give me a break?" I roll my eyes.
"You're so lazy," I say then pull his covers off of his bed. He shivers, but remains in bed. To my frustration, he starts to fall back asleep, after covering his eyes with his arm. I then steal his pillow, forcing him to grunt with frustration.
"Fine," he sighs, "I'm getting up," I raise my eyebrows in doubt. He scoots to the edge of his bed then stands up. "See? I'm up," he says.
"Good, now get dressed. We're going into town!"
"Didn't we do that yesterday?" he complains.
"More like last month!" I roll my eyes. With that, I walk out of his room as he gets dressed. When he comes back out he is wearing a blue T-shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders and a simple pair of jeans. His once messy hair is slicked back. I silently muse.
LOKI'S POV
I finish getting dressed then come out to see Carter waiting for me. "How'd you get into my house anyways?" I ask.
"You didn't answer your phone, so I came over. I could have rung the doorbell, but the window was conveniently open, so I let myself in!" she says with a grin. I roll my eyes.
"Stalker," I mutter.
"Hey!" I heard that. She sighs, "Anyways, let's go!" She says , then drags me out the door.