Sometimes, Clover 's kind of a clairvoyant. Okay, not really, but she can just tell that it 'll be a shitty day. She has two tests (one is a presentation, though, but still), she doesn 't have a partner for an upcoming project, and she ate all bits of satisfactory food yesterday.
She knows she 'll be a pain in the ass today.
She rubs her eyes, rolls out of bed and lands on the floor in a heap of pillows and . . . herself. With a yawn, she stands up and stretches, letting another yawn fill the morning silence.
She 's done a lot of rolling. Maybe she should get her mom to bake some cinnamon rolls.
Food. Food, food, food, food, food, food.
She chants this in her head as she slips into her slippers, (that are two gigantic sheep) runs downstairs, desperate after filling her stomach with something (even …show more content…
"Why on earth are you here?" she says. Does she have morning breath right now?
"Clover!" her mom hisses. "Sorry, Adam, Clover 's not really a morning person."
Clover ignores her mother’s warning glares. "That 's right. Which is why you gotta get that ass off my couch, so I can lay down and ponder what to do with my life."
"That 's enough. Either you be nice or you join Arsenal out there." Her mother points toward the terrace doors. Joining her dog sounds better than to chat with her mom and her polar opposite over some cups of tea.
Adam is eyeing her profoundly; she can 't quite distinguish whether the look 's supposed to be scathing or just curious. Currently, she 's leaning toward the latter (he can 't possibly judge her without knowing her, right?). Maybe her rudeness, her batman pajamas or her sheep slippers cause the look. Or maybe it 's the fact that she looks like some guy (yes, guy) from a zombie show.
"Soccer fan?" he asks.
"Nope. Arrow fan," she answers with a broad grin.
Clover seats herself in the armchair, studying the guy that is occupying her house without any warning whatsoever. Thanks,
She knows she 'll be a pain in the ass today.
She rubs her eyes, rolls out of bed and lands on the floor in a heap of pillows and . . . herself. With a yawn, she stands up and stretches, letting another yawn fill the morning silence.
She 's done a lot of rolling. Maybe she should get her mom to bake some cinnamon rolls.
Food. Food, food, food, food, food, food.
She chants this in her head as she slips into her slippers, (that are two gigantic sheep) runs downstairs, desperate after filling her stomach with something (even …show more content…
"Why on earth are you here?" she says. Does she have morning breath right now?
"Clover!" her mom hisses. "Sorry, Adam, Clover 's not really a morning person."
Clover ignores her mother’s warning glares. "That 's right. Which is why you gotta get that ass off my couch, so I can lay down and ponder what to do with my life."
"That 's enough. Either you be nice or you join Arsenal out there." Her mother points toward the terrace doors. Joining her dog sounds better than to chat with her mom and her polar opposite over some cups of tea.
Adam is eyeing her profoundly; she can 't quite distinguish whether the look 's supposed to be scathing or just curious. Currently, she 's leaning toward the latter (he can 't possibly judge her without knowing her, right?). Maybe her rudeness, her batman pajamas or her sheep slippers cause the look. Or maybe it 's the fact that she looks like some guy (yes, guy) from a zombie show.
"Soccer fan?" he asks.
"Nope. Arrow fan," she answers with a broad grin.
Clover seats herself in the armchair, studying the guy that is occupying her house without any warning whatsoever. Thanks,