Haydn couldn't help it that he liked to sleep. he was a teenager, that was what most normal teenagers did. Of course, he would definitely never call himself normal ever again, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Gavin was a big boy and could bring himself to breakfast without Haydn holding his hand or anything. He could have just left the Jew there sleeping and gotten his own food. There was absolutely no reason to wake him up and wast all that time and energy doing so.
He was having a pretty cool dream too. It starred himself in a sort of Air Force One type storyline in which he was playing Harrison Ford's role of the president... Which made no sense whatsoever. Haydn had never wanted to be president, nor even wanted to think of himself as the owner of the Oval Office. It was just too weird. And yet, there he was, running through the corridors of the jet, shooting at not Russian terrorists, but German ones...? The plane seemed to have hit some turbulance and he stumbled back and forth as he tried to keep his footing. One of the terrorists was coming at him, but just as he raised his gun and ear-splitting sound jolted through him.
His eyes flew open and he jumped up, unknowingly sending the alarm clock flying. His ears were ringing, particularly his left one.
"What the hell?!" He turned around and sat himself down properly on his bed, glaring up at his roommate with an annoyed expression on his face.
"Was that really nesseccary?" he asked, tilting his head. He yawned, ruining the affect of his glare. His left hand reached up and rubbed his ear quickly as it was still ringing slightly.