A/N: Hello~! What a lovely weekend to write c: I decided to make this chapter happy/funny; I hope I can keep it that way.
Angela woke up with a pounding headache. She stretched out in bed and- hold on one second. She didn't recall falling asleep on her bed. Memories of comedy movies where this situation happened suddenly rushed into her head, so she quickly peeked under the blanket. She was wearing the same clothes she had worn yesterday. A gargantuan sigh of relief flew out of her mouth before she looked around nervously.
"I…what…how?" Angela stammered. There was no reply. Her eyes finally locked on Gill, who was still asleep on the couch they had fallen asleep on last night. She propped herself up on her elbows and pulled herself against the headboard. She wracked her mind for why her head could hurt until she finally figured it out. Didn't crying make you have a headache in the morning if you cried at night…? Angela really hoped so. Pulling out her hand mirror, she investigated her face. The red, puffy bags under her eyes confirmed her theory. "Phew…" Still, why was she in bed, while he was still on the couch? She dragged her body out of bed reluctantly to start some coffee in the kitchen, which would hopefully ease the headache. "Psst…Gill…Wake up!" She said tentatively, nudging his shoulder with her hand. "Hey. Come on now, it's noon." He didn't budge. Angela shook his shoulders violently in annoyance until she was fed up. "COCKADOODLEDOO!" She yelled, almost directly in his ear. Gill, finally, slowly opened his eyes as if a clock-alarm had awoken him.
"Huh?" He asked in a sleepy voice, still blinking at the speed of a snail.
"I'd tease you, but I've got important stuff to tell and ask you. One, it's noon," his eyes snapped open, "And two, how did I end up in my bed?" She continued as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
"You were squished on the couch, and you needed more leg room, so I put you over there. Don't you remember?" The time of day finally sunk in, which was very apparent by the look on Gill's face. She plopped down onto the couch and sipped her coffee.
"Oh, and how are we going to explain this to… to everybody? Won't people get suspicious if they see you wandering into town with your clothes all wrinkled? Think…think…" Angela rubbed her temples as if in meditation. "Aha!" She exclaimed loudly. "You're going to help me on the farm! That way, you'll get all dusty and muddy, and it'll look waaaay less embarrassing."
"Less embarrassing? Gill inquired, grimacing. She nodded quickly, suppressing a smile.
"You heard me! Let's get to work! Ten-hut!"