i have no other excuse than i'm a lazy person by nature and only write when inspiration strikes me. so seriously, try not to get into the story.

although i guess i'll have more time to write since summer is coming up. but then again, it'll only be when i'm actually home.

whatever.
enjoy.
:D

xoxo

-nochan

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That chain of words was broken gratefully as I heard the coffee grinder.

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Cursing I shot up out of my bed, Mr. Creepers digging his claws into my stomach where he himself had been curled up asleep. With a growl I tossed him off of me and rubbed the sand from my eyes, dull throbbing pain inbetween my eyes. Turning my head slowly over to the clock, it glared back at my with an almost cynical grin.

7:40 Who the fuck in there right minds makes coffee that early!

With a groan I tossed myself back down down upon my bed, but the sounds of somebody getting ready for the morning continued. Pots banging, sizzling, the smell of coffee. that obnoxious dripdripdrip sound that accompanies it.

I wasn't allowed to fall back asleep. Nope. Even though I had been laid off from my job, had my boyfriend break up with me, and somehow managed to get my car totaled, the cosmic universe hated me and wanted me to suffer. By not getting any sleep.
With a almost hissing sound quite akin to what Mr. Creepers had gave me I swung by body up and over the bed in one angry motion, planting my feet firmly on the floor. Then snatched a glass pipe sitting on my side-table and stomped out into the world of the living.

"Sora! Yevon dammit! Stop getting up so early!" I snarled, red-rimmed eyes I assume making me look crazy to my brunette friend who stopped chewing his piece of toast and stared at me like I was a madman. Before bursting out laughing, then coughing as he began choking on his piece of toast.

"Prick. That's what you get for laughing at me." I mumbled as I plopped myself into one of four chairs at our small ceramic table.
He reached for a water bottle and eagerly downed the rest of the contents as I pushed the pipe to my lips and snatching a lighter off of the table angling it down into the bowl. I sucked on it lightly, watching the smoke fill the thick chamber, then letting go of the carb, breathed in sharp, smoke disappearing into my lungs.

I set the swirling pipe onto the table, staring at Sora who rolled his eyes and went back to making himself breakfast.
"You know, smoking is horrible for you?" Sora said, beginning his normal rant on my own form of waking up in the morning. But this time I had ammo.

Letting the smoke free, I watched it fly up into the air, then slowly filter out the window.

"Yeah, and guess what jackass. People like you who drink fifty fuckin' mugs of coffee a day have as many issues as people who simply smoke pot. If anything, your brain has even less blood flow. Google that shit." I said smugly, leaning back in my chair, my normal energy returning.

"Bah," Sora said as he sat down at the table, a plate of eggs, toast, and mini chocolate muffins ready to be devoured. On the table he slammed his giant 'god save the king' mug, which made his plate of food slightly jump.

"I do not drink fifty mugs of coffee a day! Only five." He shot back at me, sea-blue eyes daring me to correct him.

"Yeah, and you do realize that your mug equals about 10 cups, right? Yeah." I snorted right back.

We sat in silence for a few moments, Sora obviously unable to contradict my true statement. He turned his frustration on his eggs, finishing his food at the amazing rate of ten minutes. Something else I couldn't help but commenting on.

"Jeez Kirby, get enough for the day?" I sneered, grinning lazily at the younger male. He laughed, ignoring me and taking his plate to the sink, letting the water brush it off for a few moments before dropping it into the chrome box.

"What are you going to do today when I'm-"

"Boning your hot secretary?" I injected, loving how he gave an angry groan.

"No, Riku! Yevon! I've already told you a million times, she's A, not my secretary and B, I'm not doing her in any shape, way, or form. Do I look like I want to piss my boss off? She's the daughter, hello?" He answered, fixing his tie slightly.

"Yeah, and I happen to be Brittany Spears in disguise." I said, chuckling.

"Well, that I'm not to sure on. You do have all those snakes and school girl outfits."

"Hey, what can I say, I gotta look good for my night out on the town."

Sora laughed at my answer looking over to the clock.

"Oh, shit! It's 8:00 already?!" He yelped as he desperately looked around for his keys.

"On the couch table." I supplied.

He rushed into the next room and snatched them up, before stopping briefly to give me orders.

"Go over to Axel's and pick up a package Roxas left for me there." And with that he was out the door, car engine starting, and down the road at breakneck pace.

"Oh, yeah. Go pick up something for you from my ex's house. Thanks Sora, thanks a lot." I groaned out as I slumped dejectedly in my chair.

Well, it was only eight. No reason to let a bowl go to waste...