Groaning, Justin rolled away from her. He hadn’t had more than a few hours sleep last night and he still wasn’t ready to admit it was another day and move on. He liked having a plausible reason to be miserable. The Hannah issue wasn’t. He pushed his head further into the pillows and let his hand move out and wrap itself around his best friends. It was good knowing she was there. That she was okay. He mumbled, “Just one more minute.” And he could already feel the years he had added on with a birthday cake and some streamers slipping away - till there were only six candles on the cake and he was refusing to get out of bed for school.
Then it could have been, a minute or five, but he was finally pulling his head up, from under the pillows to face her. “Morning.” He managed to greet her between a few blinks. “What time is it?” He groaned, he had never been much of a morning person, but he wasn’t much of a ‘lie awake in bed and do nothing’ person either. He ran a hand through his hair, the one that had only a second ago been wrapped around Megan’s and excused himself for a minute. He needed to use the bathroom. Once he was there. Alone, he really took the time to realize just how messy his hair got in the mornings and shook his head at the fact, Megan hadn’t even really seemed to mind. Everything was a mess now, no point on him too being a mess. He turned on the shower and changed for the day, he had plans to paint and plans to get Megan to help. So he was hoping she wouldn’t mind getting her shirt a little dirty. He dried his hair as best as he could, before he opened the door and walked back out. Megan was watching television. Even if the signal had never been great in the wizard neighborhood - the satellite he had installed helped.
“Did you want some breakfast? This is where it comes handy, your best friend could put Martha Stewart to shame.” He winked and took at the fry pain. “Scrambled or poached?”