You're So Stubborn! [AU]

Chapter 1// Reality check

One cookie separately living in silence from the rest. Not exactly good or evil just existing. One day that cookie began to practice a different type of magic.
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Wizard cookie's POV

I hugged onto my pillow and pressed my face onto it as my alarm clock sounded. I didn't feel like waking up today. It's buzzing rang in my head and I finally got up, knowing that I had stuff to do. I slammed my hand on the stop button almost breaking it and my hand,

"Wizard that was stupid.." I complained to myself rubbing my hand in pain. I grabbed my hat and tightened the thorn filled vine on it, trying not to poke myself. It tended it untie itself sometimes and I had to rewrap it after a few weeks. Once it seemed just the way I liked it I put it on my bed next to me and scavenged around for my brush. I ran it through my hair a few times before it was untangled and looked nice and puffy in our small mirror. I went back to my bed and grabbed my hat and adjusted it on my head. I tried to prevent myself from going to sleep again. No I have to get up, it would be irresponsible to just go back to sleep. I thought, stretching my arms and standing straight.

I grabbed my staff. Why do we have to all live in the same house.. Why can't we have separate rooms at least? I wondered looking at Spice, still soundly sleeping in his bed. I had grown used to waking up and seeing him but I still didn't like it. He has never woken up at that stupid alarm, he's a deep sleeper that's for sure. I thought going to wake him up,

"GingerSpice. Spice wake up." I nudged him with my arm. He barley stirred, I nudged him a few more times. Then he groaned and pulled the covers closer to him,

"Spice, I know you're awake. I'm not stupid." I sarcastically said glaring at him he opened his eye with the giant scar over it,

"I don't want to wake up.." he whined trying to go back to sleep,

"Well I didn't either and you don't see me knocked out on the floor. Why do you have to be this difficult?" I growled irritatedly nudging him repeatedly, he swished around one of his arms by where I was poking him,

"Fine I'll get up." He responded finally pulling himself up to a sitting position. He looked at me with tiredness dulling his usually bright eyes. He reached up to pat my head like he always tries to and I grabbed his hand,

"Do that and I will kill you." I responded in a monotone tone. I let go of his hand as he dropped it back down to his side and looked at me while frowning and doing puppy eyes. I ignored him and walked away. I saw that the room looked a bit messy because of GingerSpice's thousands of sketchbooks scattered about and his very messy desk,

"And could you at least keep your sketchbooks in some kind of space instead of just throwing them everywhere? What is even in all of these?" I complained as I grabbed one and attempted to open it before he suddenly ran over and slammed it shut in my hands,

"dOnt look through those please!"  He explained nervously taking it from my hands. He blushed and took it back to his desk. I've never seen him so protective of something before. It's odd for him because he is such an open cookie. I thought in mild interest,

"If you stop putting them all over our room, I won't touch them. It's only fair." I suggested,

"Okay, okay just don't look through them unless I show you." He agreed and hastily began to pick them up,

"Why are you so hesitant to show me you're art hm? I've never even seen if you're good or not." I asked raising one eyebrow,

"Are you assuming I'm bad?" He asked sounding kind of sad,

"I'm not assuming you're bad, I'm just curious." I said flatly while he put his desk into a semi-organized mess. He seemed to think for a minute and then walk away,