"Wake up, Monica," Tyson said, shaking her by her arm.
"Five more minutes," Monica groaned, turning away from him.
"We have to go, get your ass off the bed right now," Tyson insisted.
"I don't want to," she whined, holding the blanket closer to herself.
"Monica, wake up or I'll... I'll kiss you," Tyson warned. Her eyes shot open, and she stared at him incredulously.
"What?"
"Good morning," Tyson smirked, taking her arm and pulling her up into a sitting position.
"You're so mean," she sighed, rubbing her eyes.
"Here," he said, pulling off her scrunchie from his wrist and offering it to her. Monica looked down at it, a smile stretching across her lips as she took it from him.
"Thank you," she said, roughly tying her hair into a bun.
"You're welcome," Tyson grinned. "Now h
