Late

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A pillow to the face, and bam- Lars was awake.
"Sadie what the hell-" a pile of his work clothes thrown at him as well.

"Stop throwing things at me Sadie! Why are you doing this?!"

"WE'RE LATE GET UP!"

"Late?" he looked at the clock. 9:45... Two hours late. Two hours late-

He threw himself out of the bed and ran to the bathroom to get dressed and pull a comb through the cloud of red he called hair. Sadie ran in after him, combing her hair out as well and looking up at him with worry, him reflecting that very same expression.

A few minutes later the two dashed to work to face the angry morning rush.

Next time I stay over at her house I'm setting 5 alarms. He thought.

( A/N: Short little idea that popped into my head after a dream of waking up late- huh.)

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