Andy was a typically early riser. Not that she particularly enjoyed getting up with the sun, particularly if she was up late doing homework or watching a movie with her roommate the night before, but there was something about the sunrise that switched her brain firmly in the “on” position, and if she didn’t listen to it and kept sleeping, or dreaming for that matter, she found that she would wake up with memories of the messed up dreams that had taken far too realistic turns, ones that she wouldn’t fully be able to verbalize, but that would be the reason that she woke up early for the next few weeks, regardless of what she had been up to the night before. They weren’t always scary dreams, in fact most of the time they were just odd, but she didn’t like remembering whatever her subconscious was up to; she preferred to let that remain locked somewhere in her brain that wouldn’t plague her while she was awake.

This morning, however, she didn’t want to get out of bed. The chill that had crept into the air was nothing compared to the bitterly cold Midwestern winters that she had become so accustomed to during her childhood in Chicago, but her body had become acclimated to the Louisiana heat, and the chill was enough to make her want to dive back into her blankets and stay there for at least the next three months. Still, there were things to do, and she knew that the longer that she lounged in bed, the worse she would feel later on when things weren’t done and should be. Plus, if she got her homework done, she would be able to do whatever she wanted, which usually meant going on a netflix binge with Naomi or getting dinner with her best girls, off campus of course. And well, who was she to turn up the opportunity for something like that? Still, she had lounged and fallen back asleep, which meant that the next time she opened her eyes, her best friend and roommate was already moving around their shared room, getting ready to start the day. Reaching up, Andy stretched her arms and let out a yawn, before pushing herself up into a sitting position.

“Does it have to be?” She smiled, running a hand through her hair before pushing herself out of bed, quickly making it. “Like a rock. I don’t think I’ve slept that good in ages to be honest.” Looking over her shoulder, she glanced towards her best friend. “What about you?” She was lucky that she had been roomed with her best friend, it offered a sort of convenience that didn’t include kicking out a roommate when they wanted to hang out without potential eavesdroppers. Not that she would gossip in their room loudly enough to be overheard; the walls were thinner than she liked to think about, and god only knew what could be heard through the walls. In all seriousness, she was thrilled that someone she frequently called her other half was her roommate. They respected each other’s space, they knew each other, and while there were definitely times where they needed to get away so they didn’t get on each other’s nerves too much, for the most part they were inseparable. It was everything that she had wanted in a roommate, like something right out of a teen drama.

Andy quickly started getting ready for her day, dragging a brush through her hair and working on the knots that had tangled into her hair overnight. She cringed, though she did start paying attention when Naomi started speaking again. “Not at all, I think I did too actually.” It was the same craving that she got every Saturday morning, when the two of them made their way off Primrose grounds and out into the Quarter, in search of a place that could satisfy their breakfast food needs. In Nomi’s case, it was almost always pancakes, whereas Andy… switched it up. She liked to stay away from the carbs as much as possible, which was something that she knew her best friend had picked up on and was probably watching on occasion.

After all, she didn’t have the healthiest relationship with food. She was working on it, but it still just… wasn’t great.

“It’s on your bedside table, where it always is.” Andy laughed, wiggling her hips as she pulled the jeans up and into place. The light wash jeans were a little too close fitting for her taste, and some paranoid part of her brain wondered if she had managed to gain weight again. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, rummaging through her drawers until she found an olive green shirt that she pulled over her head, looking at the effect in her full length mirror. Uncertainty clawed at her throat, but she mussed her hair slightly and slid on her socks and shoes, turning to get final approval from her best friend. “Ready?”

It didn’t take long for the pair of them to get down to the dining hall, and Andy’s eyes landed on a familiar head of copper red hair almost immediately. A smile broke over her face as she made her way over to the third member of the group that had been dubbed the Unholy Trinity by more than one person at this school. It appeared that she was fending off a few doe-eyed people hoping to make friends, and Andy couldn’t help but scoff. They must be new if they thought something like that was going to work. Lyric was particular about who she befriended, and anybody who was going to make the cut was someone that she was going to pick herself. She sidestepped the two as they hurried away, and Andy took her spot, to the right of Lyric. “Really, I’m surprised there’s anybody at this school that doesn’t know to avoid eye contact with you if they want to keep their head attached to their shoulders.” Her tone was teasing, and there was a light glimmer in her eye, though there was certainly a truth to what she was saying. Lyric could be downright tempestuous, and the whole school knew it. “Especially if you haven’t had coffee yet.”