Who: Jack Sloper and Andrew Kirke. When: August 26th. Morning. Where: Their flat. What: Epic BFF-ness. Rating: Low. Status: Complete/Closed.
Jack had woken up that morning in a pile of cats. Which... wasn't unusual for him. Wynken, Blynken and Nod liked to sleep on his bed with him - and sometimes liked to sleep right on him, so he had woken up with a tail flapping against his face and another cat pouncing on his twitching toes.
With that kind of wake up, he groggily got himself out of bed. And then showered quickly, to wash away the rest of sleep, before he pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. He finger combed his hair but that was about all he did with it, as he padded towards the kitchen of the little flat he shared with Andrew.
But on his way he decided that if he was up, Andrew should be up too. It was only fair, after all! Well, in his mind! And so he turned and veered towards Andrew's room. Silently, he turned the knob, so as not to wake his sleeping friend. He peeked through. Yep. There, nestled among the blankets, looking perfectly peaceful, was Andrew.
Well, there was only one solution to that.
"Dive bomb!" he shouted out as he launched himself across the room and onto Andrew's bed - and onto Andrew!