"Blake." I whispered. "It's time to wake up." She grunted a negative. "Wakey wakey Blakey!" I couldn't do much else. Why, you might ask, don't I get up and grab some ice water to throw in her face for doing this for the fifth day in a row? Well there's a simple answer. It's because she has her vice grip arms keeping me in place as she lays right behind me. "Blake! This is ridiculous." She then grunted out something that sounded suspiciously like 'five more minutes'. Five minutes my ass. "Blake, I swear to god! At least let go of me..."
"Morning, Rubes. Seems like you're in quite a pickle there." Yang snickered.
"This is not funny! Help me!"
"Look, I dunno how to do what you're asking me to do. I don't wanna risk her scratching me!"
"Yang, you know she doesn't have claws!"
"Have you seen her nails? Might as well be claws..." she grabbed some clothes for the he dresser. "Imma go take a shower. Good luck."
"Yang! Yang! YANG!" The bathroom door shut. "Fuck." I looked across the room to see Weiss still sleeping. "Weiss! Weiss!"
"Ruby I do not care about your relationship problems at the moment, please stop yelling so I can have my beauty sleep."
"It's 8:30!"
"It's Saturday!"
"Goddammit!" So I sat there. For what felt like hours. Until I finally fell back asleep. Two hours later I woke up, and Blake wasn't in bed anymore. "Thank god."
"Ruby! It's time to wake up!" Blake yelled from the door she was peeking in through.
"Oh, do NOT get me started!"