My eyelids opened, greeted with the bright sunlight through Michael's window. I turned to my left to see him sleeping, his chest slowly rising and falling. I smiled to myself. I checked the time.

10:15

How late were we up? Maybe we just crashed. Weed can do that.

I got up and decided to get ready for the day. I neatened up my hair and brushed my teeth. I even texted my dad to let him know I would be late because I slept in. (I didn't tell him about the drugs though.)

Once I was ready, I told Michael to wake up. He didn't budge. I poked him, which made him squirm but he didn't fully get up.

About ten minutes later, I had him half awake, half asleep. Now we're getting somewhere.

"Mike, get up. It's 10:30. I need to go home."

"Five more minutes Jer...I need my beauty sleep. I rolled my eyes.

"Come on Michael, you need to get up. Before you know it, the day's already gone."

"What's wrong with that?" Michael was waking up more, I could tell but he didn't want to get up. I sighed and I guess he heard me so he added, "it's warm."

I shook my head and started to rip the covers off the bed but Michael grabbed my waist and pulled me in bed with him. I struggled for a little but decided to give in.

"Will you get up if I cuddle with you?" I felt Michael nod his head and I smiled and fell asleep.

I think the one shots are getting shorter. Oops. I'll try to make the next one longer.