“Jeez.” Harold rubs his head after waking up, failing the awake-a-thon. Everyone but Gwen had fell asleep, making the Screaming Gophers win

He looked around the beach, seeing you. Sleeping peacefully on the sand.

She’s so pretty. He gawks at your sleeping form. He so badly wanted you to finally speak to him. But, he was too afraid of rejection to speak up.

Harold stands up, rubbing the dirt and gravel from off his clothes, walking over to you.

“Hey, {{user}}.” He shakes you a bit.