This chap is the funniest to me!

The sun was finally beginning to rise.

Argent looked over at the clock. 4:35 am.

She turned off the T.V and finally took a look around, using the light from the sun.

The walls were a faint yellow color and the flooring was plain wood in the living room and a plain white tiling in the kitchen section.

She looked at the brown knit curtains that was covering the only two windows that were in the kitchen.

"A little plain. He must not spend a lot of time decorating." Argent said to herself.

Everything was plain and simple. In the kitchen there was a table, two chairs, 3 counters, a stove, a sink, and a fridge.

In the living room there was a nice computer, a 32inch plasma, a worn in couch, 2 end tables, a digital clock, coat rack, a coffee table, and a painting of a rose.

Argent traveled into the hallway that was on the right of the couch. There were two doors. She opened the first one. It was the bathroom.

"Way too plain." Argent said as she looked at the sink, toilet, shower, and tub. "Why is the tub separate from the shower?"

Argent left the bathroom. "Spotty spends no time decorating. I wonder how plain his room is?"

Argent opened the other door. "Whoa. This is what he decorates." She looked around the room.

There were light brown walls and surprisingly clean brown carpet. She tiptoed over to the dart board.

'Awesome!' She thought. She moved on to the Victorian end table by his bed.

She looked down at Hot Spot, who was sleeping with his mouth open. Then she looked at the time. 4:46am. She pressed the alarm button on the digital clock to see what time he wakes up. 5:30. She turned the alarm off.

'He won't mind waking up an hour earlier.' She pushed the lamp and digital clock further back on the end table and sat herself up there, crossing her legs.

"How am I gonna wake him up?" She whispered. She looked at his sleeping form. "I could stick my big toe in his mouth..." Then she shivered. "I don't get foot fetishes."

Then she had an idea. She leaned down and kicked off her boots. With her foot she started tapping his chest lightly.

"Mmm." Hot Spot groaned, swatting.

Argent giggled a little and moved her foot away. Then she put it back, moving it away when he started swatting.

Argent's foot was hanging in the air, when Hot Spot grabbed it.

"Shit." Argent cussed. Hot Spot's hand started moving up. "Whoa. Whoa. Buy me a drink first!" She moved his hand away.

Hot Spot turned over.

Argent leaned over to look at him. "I just got felt up and he's still sleeping."

She hopped off the end table and walked around to the other side of the queen sized bed. She knew she had to do this the old school way.

She climbed on the bed and leaned over him before jumping.

"Mmmm." Hot Spot turned back over.

Argent jumped even harder. Hot spot didn't budge.

She fell back on the bed. "What the fuck?" Then she smirked. "I might as well have fun with this." She took a marker out of the pencil holder on the end table she was by. The she crawled towards Hot Spot.

"Where do I make my mark?" She asked herself as she surveyed his chest. She popped the cap off and wrote on his left pec, 'Property of Argent', across it.

Then she moved down to his stomach. 'I'm A Very Pretty Man', she wrote on it in large letters. She went back up to his face. She wrote an A on both his cheeks. He turned over again. She wrote 'dunce' down his back.

She looked over at the time. 5:01.

"I need to wake him up, somehow."

She crawled over him and back to the end table with the clock. She had another idea. She took up the clock and switched it to FM.

Arabian music.

She looked at Hot Spot. "Is he singing along?" She said, as she watched his mouth move along to it.

She switched the station.

Girl I know how much you really want somebody
Want somebody that don't really need you

"I wanna hear the dirty version to this song." Argent said, nodding her head.
Girl I know how much you really want somebody
Want somebody that ain't trying to keep
You heard what I said, that could put you to bed
That ain't trying to love you baby, just **** you instead

Argent looked over at the still sound asleep Hot Spot and sighed. "I need some Screamo." She started switching through stations.

THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING DIFFERENT GOING WRONG
THE PATH I WALK'S IN THE WRONG DIRECTION
THERE'S ALWAYS SOMEONE FU***** HANGING ON
CAN ANYBODY HELP ME MAKE THINGS BE-TTER?

Argent was tapping her fingers on her knees as she looked back at Hot Spot.

He was still sleeping.

"Who the fuck sleeps through 'Tears Don't Fall'?"

Argent gave up and changed the music to a station so bluegrass, the music probably doesn't have a title.

"Mmm!" Hot Spot's hands started pressing around Argent's thigh.

Argent leaned over him."Again: You should probably buy me a drink first."

Hot Spot jumped up. "Fuck?"

"Morning Sunshine!" Argent chuckled.

"What are you doing in my room?" He laid his head against the headboard.

"Waking you up." She said, trying not to laugh as she watched his cheeks move with the A on it.

"How long have you been here?" He asked.

Argent started laughing. "I-I've been here s-since 4:40."

Hot Spot looked at the clock. 5:13am. Then he got up. "What the fuck are you laughing for?" He yawned.

Argent laughed harder. "L-look in the mirror."

He walked over to his dresser and looked in the mirror. His jaw dropped. "What the fuck?" He gasped.

Argent walked over to him. "Now turn and look at your back."

He turned enough to see the 'dunce'. "I'm gonna start locking the door."

"You do that." She said as she sat on his bed. "I like this bed."

"Property of Argent? I'm a Very Pretty Man? Do you do this to everyone who sleeps?" He asked, reading his chest.

Argent laid back. "I bet this is the first time you've ever had a girl on your bed."

Hot Spot sighed and grabbed his towel. "Get out of my room. I'm coming back in here to change."

Argent hopped off. "Fine. I'm gonna go find something to do."

Hot Spot pushed her with his shoulder as he walked out and turned back to smirk at her.

Argent smiled. "You know, someone can probe your ass and you won't even budge."

Hot Spot stopped in his tracks before running into the bathroom.

Argent laughed. "Let him sweat." She walked into the living room.

Plopping herself in the computer chair she typed in the song 'Drank in My Cup' by Kirko Bangz.

I done came down, hold up
Grip the grain, Roll up
And your girlfriend want a man like me
'Cuz I ain't trying to control her
She call me when she wants a change
Black diamond, my pinky ring
And she know you weak and we ain't the same
You hit the scene, I make the scene

I'm in her head like Maybelline

"Right about that. This is one of those songs that just gets stuck in you head." She said as she increased the volume and went into the kitchen.

She stood at the fridge. "Should I open the fridge? That would be rude." She opened it. "No one said I was planning on being nice to him."

She took out a soda. Then she walked back over to the computer chair.

"Someone could seriously fuck to this song." She said before taking a sip of ginger ale.

Five minutes later, Hot Spot walked out of the bathroom and stood in the middle of the hallway, searching for Argent.

Argent didn't need to see him to know that he's there. She rolled the chair to the hallway.

"If I wanted to see you naked, I would have done it while you were sleeping." She smirked. "Which I didn't."

"Just wanted to make sure you were out of the room." He said nervously, rushing back into his room.

Argent rolled back into the living room. She turned off the computer and sat on the couch.

Then she flipped on the TV.

Hot Spot came walking into the living room a few minutes later.

"You gonna tell me why you're here, now?"

Argent didn't look away from the TV. "I'm tracking a criminal."

He sat down next to her. "How long you gonna be here?"

"A while." She flipped the television off. "This couch is too lumpy. I can't trace a criminal with a sore back. You're used to this couch so, I was wond-"

Hot Spot stood up. "No. That's my bed. You came unexpectedly."

"Then let's make some arrangements."

Hot Spot sat back down. "What arrangements?"

"I sleep on the bed at nights, and you sleep there during the days."

Hot Spot laid back. "Over my dead body."

"Then you must have been long gone." She ran to his room door.

Hot Spot bolted after her. He blocked the door. "Okay. Okay. Let me just do something." He opened the door and closed it.

She heard shuffling for a while before he came back out.

"Okay. You came take my room. But I have rules." He walked to the kitchen as she followed.

They both took a seat.

"First rule. I still need to get my clothes so don't lock the door at night. If your one of those people who sleep naked, don't do that. Second rule. Do not shift my things. I leave everything where I want it. Last rule. Don't ever draw on me again. Ever."

"Understood. Just knock before you come in." Argent got up and rolled her suitcase in his room.

She came back and sat at the computer. "Bye."

"Why?" He asked.

"Don't you have patrol or something?"

"I have to get alerted."

"Oh."

He opened the fridge. "I'm making waffles. Want some?"

Argent turned to look at him. "Nope. Shouldn't you be watching your weight, Tubby?"

Hot Spot glared at her. "Fuck you."

Argent smirked. "I thought you were the one who was lacking in fuckings?"

Hot Spot flipped her off.

"I know where you can stick that finger."

Hot Spot sighed.

You seriously can't tell me this isn't cute. Well you can but still...