For the first time this school year my school canceled do to snow. I have so many projects to get done I think this is a sign that God is real.

But am I going to do those projects? Psh. No. I'm going to do exactly what our dear couple is doing today, because I feel the same way they do.

Day Twelve: Having a lazy day

Saguru leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the computer screen. He had tried- he really did! But no matter what he did he just couldn't get his mind to focus on his work.

He spun around in his chair for a few moments and tapped his pencil on his desk. All of his pencils were sharpened to a point and were separated from his pens. His desk was clear of any clutter and everything was organized alphabetically. He spun again and looked at his bookcase. He had organized it three times- alphabetical, then to height, and then back to alphabetical.

And it was only ten in the morning.

He had nothing left to do and his work, for once, just didn't interest him today.

He stood up and walked out to the living room. Taylor sat at the piano with her head resting on some of the keys; one hand absentmindedly pressing a few notes before falling back to her side. Her gaze rose to meet his once he was in her view. "Hey." She said.

"Hey." He said back, lounging on one of the couches. "Can't get your mind to work?"

"No," she sighed. "Everything just seems boring today." He let out a low hum, flicking through the channels on the TV. "Anything good on?"

"No."

They sat in silence, the only noise coming from the commercials. Saguru had given up on trying to find anything good and left it on some drama. "You know what today is?" Taylor asked, yawning.

"How about you enlighten me." Saguru commented, resting the back of his head on the armrest and closing his eyes.

"It's a lazy day." She lifted her head off the keys and scooted the bench back. "I'm going to go get changed for the occasion. You don't look very comfortable, so why don't you get changed back into your pajamas."

He let out another hum, but otherwise didn't move. He listened as Taylor softly walked up the steps and opened and closed her bedroom door with a soft 'click'. He laid there for a minute before slowly rolling off the couch and onto his feet. Then he walked upstairs and almost ran into Taylor when she was walking out at the same time he was entering his room. She was wearing an old shirt of his and a pair of elastic sweatpants he kept forgetting he brought over.

"Go pick a movie for us to watch." He said. Taylor's eyes brightened immediately.

"Alright." She chirped, a skip in her step as she walked back downstairs. It didn't take him long to change into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, so he was back in less than a minute.

"What are we watching?" He asked, laying back down on the couch while she curled up in her chair.

"Up." She replied.

"A cartoon?" He deadpanned.

"A good cartoon." She corrected, pressing play and watching the opening start before squirming. "I need a blanket."

"Then get a blanket." He said, staring blankly at the screen and resisting another yawn.

"No! The beginning is the best part!" She exclaimed. "I can't just leave during it."

"Then pause it."

"And drop the buildup of their marriage? No way." She scoffed.

Saguru sighed. "I don't know what to tell you, Taylor."

"I don't expect you to tell me anything." She drummed her fingers on the arm of the couch and her eyes shone with an idea. "I know! Duke, come here, baby boy!"

Duke was lying on his bed by the door. He stared at her with the same amount of energy that Saguru felt. But as Taylor kept calling him he slowly got up and started walking towards them.

"What a good boy," Taylor cooed. "does my dear baby want to cuddle with me- no!" Taylor watched in complete agony as Duke walked past her to hop up on the couch to lie at Saguru's feet. They stared at him for a moment before Saguru looked at her. He gave a sly smile. She glared at him. "Don't you dare."

"Well, Taylor-"

"Saguru, no-"

"-it looks as if you weren't-"

"I dare you to finish that sentence, you-"

"-good enough for your dog." Her glare turned sharp while Saguru lightly rubbed Duke's fur with his foot. He looked back to the movie. "I am deemed the chosen one whilst you are thee rejected one."

Taylor bit her lip before speaking slowly. "I have another dog."

"Wilson won't come no matter how much he is called, especially when he's sleeping." He shot down. "Just get up and grab a blanket from your room."

She groaned and leaned her head back on the seat. Then she let out a nervous laugh and he raised an eyebrow. "There's a blanket on the back of the chair."

He gave her a tired smirk. "I think someone needs a nap."

"I think someone needs to shut his face and watch the damn cartoon."

It's a lazy day as I write this, and I wasn't really into this one. I think you can tell (especially after this comes out after a longer chapter). I don't really want to edit this, but I uploaded it before noon, so that has to account for something, yes? Yes.

Wilson is my dog that died the October of 2014, my sophomore year in high school. He will forever live on in my stories, as old and slow and lazy and loving as he was in real life. Live on, my dear puppy.