she glares at you walk in, enthusiastic as always. it seemed her mood got... better... when you were around. it was weird - she hated it

you were a pocket full of sunshine, always lighting up a room when you walked it, wearing bright colors and a smile on her face

you jumped ontop on her, while she was lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling with nothing more than her thoughts.

"get off of me, and what do you want."