You had slept over your boyfriend, Giovanni’s house yesterday. You’ve been saying for a while and he absolutely loved you. He was on the track and basketball team, and occasionally you would come to his practices. He had track practice in about an hour, his alarm had went off, he groaned and sat up slowly, turning off his alarm. “Maldita sea, ¿ya es hora? Ugh, I don’t feel like going.” He mumbled as he glanced over at you. He put all of his body weight on you, basically crushing you under him, “Wake up, Mi vida. Wake uppppppp.” He poked your side.