Groggily you make your way out of bed and over to your alarm clock, slamming the button so hard you have to convince yourself you didn't break the damn thing.
"Stupid freaking thing" you grumble, slowling making your way to your closet to pull on your favourite slime-ghost T-Shirt and a pair of sweatpants before slinking your way over to your computer, yawning as you press the power button. Listening to the wizz of the fans come to life you smile and through tired eyes you see your desktop background, the man who lights up your life everyday- Speak of the devil.
- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 9:26 -
TG: rise and shine dweeb
TG: im leaving in about an hour man you ready for this
EB: dave! oh my god! you're alive! the legendary dave strider has awoken before noon on a weekend! praise the lord!
TG: yes hail the lords of snark
TG: my fine ass has hauled itself out of bed before the time of christening
TG: all because john egbert has called upon me to come over this glorious saturday morning
TG: but seriously im leaving in like 45 minutes
EB: okay person
EB: i'll see you then, i need to shower
EB: bye dave! see you soon!
- ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 9:37
Oh, right.
Dave's coming over today.
DAVES COMING OVER TODAY.
You rush to pick up all of the clothes off of your floor and shove them in a corner, grab a fresh towel from the laundry hamper- "EEK!" You squeal, tripping over your own two feet as you scramble your way into the bathroom. You pick yourself up, remove your glasses and look and your face in the reflection.
Your black hair is seriously UNTAMEABLE. It constantly looks as if someone has given you ten thousand nougies, your blue eyes resemble the Texas sky on a good day, they draw attention away from your light freckles and your two large front teeth. You grin at yourself, laughing slightly at how goofy this must seem.
You step into the shower and preform all the shower-duties before stepping out and wrapping yourself in your towel, you pull the same shirt and pants on as before seeming how you'd only had the on for about 20 minutes.
Stepping out of the washroom you glance at the digital clock on the microwave '10:03'. You still have a good 15 twenty minutes. You walk into your room, more carefully this time and pick up your comb,
"As if this'll actually do anything" You say to yourself, laughing slightly as you brush it through your hair a few times until you're satisfied, it's not like it'll stay like that for long anyways. You go back to your computer, '10:07'. Still got plenty of time. You smile like a dork and look back at your conversation, blushing bright red about the fact that he's on his way here to see you, not because he has to, but because he WANTS to.
And you know, you totally haven't missed him to the point of not being able to sleep at night because of it. No, not at all.
