wakey wakey || HARYLYN

[ANDREW "GOOSE" BRYANT KLEIN]

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Beepbeep...beepbeep...beepbeep...

-CRASHING SOUNDS-

"Yeah, that's right die you sucker..." Muttered in a muffled sleepy sounding tone, the words came from the lone occupant of the queen sized bed who was currently sprawled in all directions on top of it. Goose liked mornings. Really he did. He liked how quiet and fresh everything seemed before the rest of the world woke up. What he didn't like though was being woken up so abruptly from such a pleasant thing as sleep. Unfortunately he wasn't one of those lucky people who could just wake up on their on without needing an alarm clock. He'd tried and ended up waking up around noon and wasn't even sure what year it was for a good five minutes. Oddly enough too much sleep didn't seem to mix well with his brain either. So he suffered the annoying beeping or buzzing or even talking of an alarm clock most mornings and sometimes they lived and sometimes they died young.

Stretching slowly he sat up, running a hand through his already haphazardly mussed up hair and made it stand even more on end. Glancing out the window he saw the first rays of the sun already peeking out and the first thought that popped into his mind was he should go for a run. The little burst of excitement at the idea was deflated though as the one that came immediately after was that he didn't really feel like doing it alone today. You didn't have to even know the guy for more than a few hours to figure out he was very much a people person. He liked being with friends and family as much as possible and random strangers were even fair game. Granted he had his moments where he liked a day to himself or took off on his own but for the most part he preferred company.

Normally he would have called up Wyatt or one of his other buddies in the pack but a sudden face popped into his mind and a grin spread across his lips. Wait, yes, he knew exactly who he was going to ask (or rather force) to go running with him. Energized by this sudden burst of inspiration he jumped up from the bed and threw on his usual jogging gear of basketball shorts and a white v-neck t-shirt. Goose never understood the point of investing in some fancy schmancy 'running clothes' when all they were gonna do is get sweaty and probably eventually shrink in the wash. Boy wasn't exactly a pro at doing the laundry even after all the years he'd been on his own. Making a pit stop by the bathroom he tamed his hair looking a little more presentable before quickly downing a bowl of frosted flakes and orange juice. It was a little before six when he left his apartment, not bothering to drive for the relatively short trip he planned on taking.

Not even five minutes later he was standing in front of a super crappy looking building and unlike in tv shows it really was just as crappy on the inside as it was on the outside. Heading inside he made his way without hesitation to door of the apartment he wanted and pulled out the spare key it's occupant had oh so foolishly given him a while back for 'emergencies'. Hahahahahahahaha. Seeing as the whole of the place was basically one large room it was fairly easy to come in guns blazing. "Congratulations, Harlynnie Rae Hope! You've just won a trip around Manuka with one of its most handsome citizens!" The fact that the rest of the building could probably hear him just as clearly bothered him absolutely not at all. In fact not a single bother was even given.

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[HARLYN RAE HOPE]

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because the good times never call

It was no secret that Harlyn wasn’t that much of a morning person. Or actually, she kind of was. She really enjoyed the quiet of the morning, the stillness of everything, and feeling like you were the only person in the world. Not to mention, when Harlyn got up that early, she felt like she got so much done in a day that she wouldn’t otherwise. It really was beautiful. The problem was, the girl loved her sleep and she was a bit of a night owl. She absolutely hated waking up and if left to her own devices, it was possible that she could sleep until one or two in the afternoon. She just didn’t like to wake up and lord have mercy on whoever was the unfortunate one to do that.

Most people Harlyn knew respected that. Her sister had long since given up even bothering with her, seeing as how she had had her head bitten off by Harlyn one too many times. It really only took a few attempts for someone to learn their lesson. The only person who didn’t seem to pick up on it was Goose. Maybe it was because he just couldn’t seem to grasp the concept that she didn’t want to be woken up or maybe it was because he was an asshole, but either way he still felt the need to wake her up at ridiculous hours.

The real fault lied with the little werewolf though, seeing as how she had given Goose the key to her place originally. It had been for emergencies, but knowing the guy, Harlyn really should’ve known better. Of course he’d abuse that privilege and in a way that would be a torture to Harlyn. That was just how Goose was. So it really shouldn’t have been a surprise when the gigantic man kid burst through her door at an ungodly hour. It was only a matter of time until he pulled a stunt like this. He was the master of annoying. Still, Harlyn was surprised when she heard his voice booming through her tiny apartment.

“Goose! she shouted, sitting up slightly but refusing to open her eyes more than a squint. “Get the fuck out!” The werewolf grabbed her pillow and chucked it in Goose’s general direction though she knew it wasn’t going to land anywhere near him. Despite the fact that werewolves were supposed to be strong, Harlyn still couldn’t throw anything to save her life nor could she begin to aim where the pillow was going. She’d be lucky if the pillow even made it off the bed. The pillow throwing was for more of a statement to get her message through rather than actually trying to hit with it.

Maybe if she pretended that Goose hadn’t even come over and rudely awaken her, he would disappear. Sounding like a legit plan to the sleepy werewolf, she pulled her comforter over her head and curled up underneath it, trying to make herself as small as possible. If she didn’t make any sudden movements, maybe Goose would entirely forget she was there. Harlyn knew he wasn’t that stupid, of course, but it didn’t stop her from still hoping it’d somehow be effective. She really needed at least another five hours of sleep to be anywhere near functioning capacity.

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[ANDREW "GOOSE" BRYANT KLEIN]

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Goose was really not the sort of person who had what you'd call personal boundaries. In fact he really wasn't comfortable with that term, at least when it came to the people he was closest to, aka his packmates and one Miss Harlyn Hope. Once you had gained his trust and he considered you a friend there was really no line he wouldn't consider crossing. Now you would probably be thinking by this point how on earth he even had friends if he was such an ass to them but there was a big difference in Goose and all those other assholes in that he didn't carry anything further than that person allowed it to be carried. Tell him to stop and he would immediately. The fact that none of his antics were done in a malicious sort of way also made him more endearing than a lot of other people who were of the same mentality could probably boast.

When it came to he and Harlyn's relationship it was something like he was the older brother she never wanted but got anyway (and secretly loved pfft). Therefore unless he thought he was causing her some sort of emotional trauma by waking her up this early, which she would no doubt claim if asked, he wasn't planning on leaving. Even though she was using her grumpy voice. Oooh and swearing too. A pillow was flung following the demand and he simply stood there, watching as it landed about six feet away from where he was actually standing. Looking at the pillow then back at her prone form on the bed, he made a motion towards it with his hand. "Wha- What was that?" He deadpanned, staring at her incredulously. "If a serial killer had come through your door right now instead of me you'd be dead, Harlyn. Dead."

Shaking his head, he scrunched up his nose for a moment before stepping up the end of the bed and reaching down to rip the comforter right off. "Op there she is!" He exclaimed with a cheeky grin, dropping what used to be her hiding place in a heap on the floor beside him. Flopping on the bed right beside her he rested his elbow on the pillow beside her and rested his head on his hand. "Am I going to have to give you the puppy eyes?" Cause I will," Giving her a moment to take that threat in he added in a lower, more persuasive sort of tone, "I'll buy you a milkshake when we're done jogging," It was really unfortunate for Harlyn that the boy knew pretty much every single one of her weaknesses and was quite willing to exploit them if he thought it might help.

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