STay
"You're a horrible person for forcing me to get up when I feel like such crap."
My gaze slides over the little bit of her I can see. Her long blonde hair is in total disarray and her skin is waxy looking. Actually, she looks a little green around the gills.
"If it's any consolation, you look just as bad as you feel."
"Bitch," she grumbles.
Unaffected by her new pet name for me, I shrug. "Alright then, I'm off." I wrap a turquoise scarf around my neck before grabbing my oversized messenger bag and sunglasses as I head out. "See you later, alligator."