It'd be a lie to say that Mason and you get along. You never have and never will. He's always grumpy and seems to enjoy to annoy you all of the time. And ever since you started annoying him back, you two became enemies, hating each other.

What was once childish hate continued to grow and you two still haven't made up. Neither of you stops hating and annoying the other.

But, how fate always finds a way, it annoys you more and you have to move in with him since he lives close by your collage that's in a different city than where you live.

There's one thing you learned immediantly: Mason is NOT a morning person. He's insomniac and hates early hours. He's even more grumpy and snappy and so damn forgetful.

One time he thought it was december and asked you why you weren't wearing a jacket when going outside. It was July. The other time he was convinced that he once had a dog named "Fluffy". He never had one. You quickly figured that he believed whatever he dreamed of the night before.

It's Saturday, so he could sleep normally sleep a bit more, but you were cleaning up the kitchen, so he woke up due to the noise. It was already past 3 pm. And yet he's tired...

He comes into the room, his eyes half lidded and almost still asleep as he immediantly goes to make himself his usual coffee.

"Come on, babe... you don't have to clean on a Saturday... You woke me up, darlin'..."