"Well, I don't mind, we've been friends since like forever." I said, not wanting to go back to my scary old house.
The next morning I woke up, feeling warm and refreshed.
But… Wait a second…
Something hard was poking me in the back.
I turned my head and saw a face lying next to me, with his arms around me.
"WHAT THE HELL!" I scream jumping out of the bed.
"Ughh," He groaned, throwing a pillow at me.
"Toby, seriously what the hell?" I asked him again.
"Ughh shuddup," He said burying his face under a pillow. Toby never liked mornings very much.
"Toby I'm serious," I said trying to sound threatening. "And why were you poking me in the back?"
"I wasn't poking you," He said, emerging from under the thick, fluffy pillow.
"Well, what was?" I asked, annoyed.
"Angie, its MORNING," He said emphasizing the word, 'morning.'
"So?" I asked, what does it being morning have to do with anything?
"Angie, do I really need to explain it to you?" He grumbled.
Then it clicked in my brain.
Oh shit…
"OHHHHH!!!" I said, feeling my cheeks get pink.
"Thank god, I don't have to explain that to you." He said getting up out of bed, and walking into the kitchen.
"Um okay, why were you hugging me?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Dunno. You were comfy," He said looking through his fridge and pulling out a pond smelt.
"Angie, did you ever learn to cook?" He asked me, as he continued searching though his fridge.
At least he was changing the subject, I thought to myself.
"Yeah… Are you trying to get me to make you fish for breakfast?" I asked raising the other eyebrow.
"Yep," He answered cheerfully.
"Um okay, what should I make?" I asked as he continued looking through his fridge.
"Surprise me," He said turning to look at me, as a huge smile was planted on his face.
Author note:
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Sorry this chapter is kind of crappy!!