The sun peeks through the window and you squint your eyes open, trying to adjust to the deadly brightness. You groan and roll over to throw your pillow over your face but before you noticed you had no more bed to roll over on, you fall and hit the floor, landing on top of Phil.
"Hey! I think you squished the breath out of me!"
You roll off of him and your mouth falls open. "Are you calling me fat?"
Phil grins. "Noooo I would never call you fat. BUT, you do look like a raccoon when you wake up in the mornings."
You glare at him. "I forgot to take my make up off. You should get a glimpse of yourself! You're not much better off. Your hair is all over the place."
He smiles widely, making his eyes clinch up in that adorable way it does.
"Who, me? I'm always adorable. Even with bed hair."
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The Fantastic Foursome Imagines
RandomA set of Imagines that I had created on my tumblr and decided to write it out for those who don't have one :)
