Sore neck - check. Aching back - check. Painful reluctance about opening eyes - check.
Paige Delaney was beginning to exit the dreamland world, only to enter the realm of the 'awake' with all the symptoms of an uncomfortable sleeping position. They were all feelings of bother that were making it extremely difficult for the young girl to pry herself awake. Couldn't she just stay dreaming where human contact was minimal and not required, and pain didn't actually exsist?
The stream of sunlight pouring into the room, filtered by half open blinds, apparently decided not to give her that option.
With a hefty yawn released from pink lips, she tried to roll herself out of bed, only for her sleep-induced mind to begin to crank into gear, leaving her with the realization that she wasn't in bed. With all the eagerness of a cat jumping into water, Paige finally let green eyes flutter open through thick lashes, her gaze landing on the familiar setting of the living room of her apartment, also giving her the conclusion that she had crashed on the couch.
It took a few moments for her memory to start up, considering Pagie wasn't one of those chipper, clear-minded morning people, and then the events from last night replayed in her head. She had a jellyfish in her bathtub and somewhere nearby she also had a girl laying around her somewhere. The other girl - Olivia, if she remembered correctly - although much to stylish for Paige to approach on her own, had helped her yesterday with a problematic tank situation at a pet store, involving her favorite creature: a jellyfish. Olivia had helped Paige bring the spotted animal home and despite Paige's reluctance to have visitors, she had offered the girl a place to stay the night, mainly because it was late and potentially dangerous for such a glamorous looking girl to be walking around after dark. They must have crashed sometime on the couch after Paige painfully attempted to make what was commonly known as "small talk", only to be as awkward and fidgety as usual.
No wonder she passed out. Talking to people was exhausting.
Another yawn and she decided to at least check on her last minute xguest.trip With a hand coming to the back of her neck to crane out the knots formed form r sleeping while sitting, she turned her hear to let her gaze creep over to the body sitting next to her - at least who she thought would have been Olivia. That assumption turned out to be wrong.
The person now lying next to her did not reassemble the fancy female she recalled from last night. No. The long, silky locks that she remembered were still present, but actually detached from another clomp of shorter hair, mused from sleep. The cute little top she had worn was discarded on a heap on the floor for whatever reason and now revealed a bare torso of a body that was without a doubt male.
Her analysis of the situation was now different from her inital one - she had a jellyfish in her bathtub and there was a half-naked boy in her male free apartment sitting much to close for her comfort.
If she wasn't awake enough already, she was now, suddenly stumbling up off the couch as if she had just been stung by a sea wasp, box jellyfish. She let out a squeak of surprise that would have probably turned into a scream if it won't for the fact that there were others in this building, others that would be furious if they found out she had brought a male home. So instead of screaming, she squealed out the first thing she could think of, which was a statement of obviousness, "You're not a girl!"