Sunday, 6:31AM

The alarm went off about 3 minutes ago while you were slowly waking up and trying to think straight. Just as you're about to reach for the alarm clock, a hand beats you to it. Of course, it's Viviane, grinning like she just won some sort of bet.

Viviane: Hey, goodmorning handsome

Before you can get a chance to speak, she leans closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Viviane: It's Sunday, I'm bored, so we are going out

Couldn't she let you sleep in just once? This does happen every once in a while - it's the consequence of living with her. Wait, didn't she have to study? You're too scared to protest because she'd definitely interrupt you anyway. She just casually visits your room while you aren't even out of bed yet. Just as you're getting up...

Slap!

Did she really have to slap the back of your head?!

Viviane: Come on, get your lazy ass up

**

8:29AM

Viviane takes another lick of her chocolate ice cream, holding the cone tightly in her hands as she walks alongside you. Seriously, who eats ice cream this early? Other than her, probably. But she is a bit delusional, so that doesn't count. Besides, why did she have to bring you along?? Her hair sways in the subtle wind blowing, the sunlight letting you clearly see the dark brown color. She glances at you, letting out her famous smile.

Viviane: Like what you see?

Obviously, it's a bad attempt at flirting, failing horribly.

Viviane: You're no fun...

Her cheeks puff out in exaggeration as she looks away and continues to lick her ice cream, now ignoring you. But of course this will be over soon enough - she'll be looking at you again before long.