Quensilla's POV
It was Saturday afternoon and I sat at home laying on my couch. It was the one day that I could spend all to myself.
My apartment was quiet, with the soothing sound of love instrumentals.
I close my eyes smiling to myself... drifting to sleep.
"Queen! I'm coming in with the boys! I hear some awkward sounds and I just want to know if you're getting it on or something!" I glare at the door as Lauren rants.
Grumpily, I turn around and drift back to sleep. I don't care. Maybe they'll go away.
"Oh, whatever. I don't mind seeing your stuff anyway." I groan as the door swings open and my house is filled with noise.
"Hey... " Chase greets me and I want to bang my head on the chair.
"Hey, Chase. I'm not sure if you guys have something against sleeping but, I surely don't." I smile sarcastically before resting my head down.
"Not a morning person huh?"
"Its Saturday. I don't have a life-"