rule no. 6
lazy is a word, a noun and an adjective not a career. this, my wise words bow.
tiktilaok tiktilaok tiktilaok
"luke wake up"
no answer
"luke fucking hemmings! wake the hell up!" i kinda shouted, shaking him.
"no" he mumbled, his face still on the pillow.
god, if he isn't handsome, i would probably drown him in hot water.
"i'm gonna call liz if you won't get up"
"you would not"
"yes i would" i said then he suddenly got up.
"what time is it?" he asked with his raspy, husky voice. grr... this is a dream, shit.
"4:10 am"
"what?! what are we even gonna do this early? come on, i don't have enough sleep" he said
"we will eat breakfast first then do some household chores then feed the pets then go at the market then-"
i freaking saw him, asleep again.
i have no choice. sorry honey.
i kicked his butt, hard.
i whispered,
"i don't want to get caught"
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