Not a "LOVE" Story ✓

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Carter's POV

I wish sleeping was a job. I mean could you imagine? Getting paid to simply sleep all day? For however many hours the boss wants, you get paid to sleep. Dreaming could be another thing. Perhaps there's a job where they want you to sleep so that they can inspect your dreams. Analyze and wonder how individually different dreams are from people to people. Although, I may just be affirming a real job and have no idea how to earn a spot for it. 

It can't be that hard though, can it? To type the words 'sleeping job' in Google and magically await as the million results of 'sleeping jobs' appear on your screen. It may be a horrible idea in the beginning as the words 'sleeping job' may not be ideal to search on the internet, however, it could lead to the right job. The perfect job. My job. Scratch that, it truly is funny. I'm actually working now but sadly receiving no payment from my imaginary boss. I think I'm just... sleeping.

My job ended right away, however, as I feel the scorch of light on my face. Sigh, time to clock out I suppose. "Shut. Up. Chris," I croak with a bite of anger. I raise the covers over my head as I block the sunlight from my face, as well as, the shouting that's coming out of Chris's mouth. It's about eight in the morning and of course, Chris, my roommate, and best friend, just barges into my room as if he owns it. He comes into my room every day, every morning at this awful time merely so I could go to school.

Lucky for him, I don't even go to school. Fine, I'm lying about that part. I do 'I guess' go to school. Supposably, since I do live on campus, I am in my second year of university, and already paid for the other two years that I have to achieve. Yet, I have been so busy with my job that I have not attended school for the last two weeks. What job you may ask? Sleeping. 

"You idiot. Get up." He throws a pillow at my head and I flick him the middle finger.

"No. It's Monday and I don't want to get up." Chris groans and I continue to fall asleep.

"You idiot, it's Friday. You're so dumb that you don't even know what day it is of the week? Get up before I kick your little ass." I don't even move and I'm praying that Chris is gonna leave any second now so I can sleep without him yelling in my damn room.

"So that's that huh? Oh my god Carter, if you don't wake up any second now, I'm going to do something that you're going to regret not waking up."

"Do it. I don't give a damn." It's the middle of summer and I'm boiling in here but I'm not going to lift my covers to prove to Chris that I'm going to school or anything. That boy can leave and study the hell he wants in his classes. I don't care. 

As I am about to close my eyes, something alerts me. Ice cold water is splashed onto me, my sheets, my head, and also my whole bed. In seconds I jump up and tear the covers off of me, staring right at Chris with anger.

My sheets are now soaking wet, my hair is now drenched in cold water and I shiver as I shake my head like a dog, meanwhile, Chirs decides to laugh his head off. He laughs as if he thinks this sort of action he did is the funniest thing in the world, yet I'm over here drenched in water and imagining what would happen if I pulled his eyeballs out.

"You little asshole. If you think that's going to make me go to school, you're wrong. I'm going back to bed." I grab the sheets but then throw them on the floor since they're now soaked. Frustrated I run my fingers through my hair yet groan as I now feel my whole hand become wet from doing that.