"Good morning, b***h," I heard a voice say to me as the covers were brutally ripped away from my body, allowing the cold, air-conditioned air to arise goosebumps on my skin. My eyes snapped open, but not due to the covers being pulled away, due to the voice I had heard.
"Yep, you're dead," Rebecca said, a sarcastic smile on her face, as she stood beside my bed in her eternal, gorgeous, glory, holding my blanket.
"Oh. My. God. Beccs!" I yelled, more like squealed, in excitement and jumped out of bed, on top of her, as we both fell to the floor. She let out a squeal and hugged me back, laughing. We lied on the floor for a few moments, relishing in each other's warm and familiar embrace, before she pulled away from me and pushed me away by the face.
"You, do not get to do this!" She yelled
