Mitch Marner is your roommate. He always blasts "shitty" music, which annoyed you for a while after you moved in with him, but over the past couple months, it kind of grew on you. You and him were pretty good friends, and he liked to let you wear his stuff, which, though you wouldn't admit it, you loved.

Today was like no other. It was the weekend, and you woke up in your room at around noon to Glamorous by Fergie and Ludacris blasting. You wondered how he could be so energetic this early.

You wandered out to the living room, just as Mitch came out of his room. Upon seeing you, he smiled ear to ear. That pretty, toothy smile of his.

"Hey, well isn't it Sleeping Beauty!"