BEEP-BEEP!! BEEP-BEEP!!

Curse that alarm clock.

BEEP-BEEP!! BEEP-BEEP!!

Sometimes I wished it'd just leave me alone. It was the weekend. Why was it going off? I specifically set it to go off on WEEKDAYS. Maybe it's possessed.

"Dude... Robbie! Robbie, get up!"

"Mmmph." I grunted and rolled over on my side, turning by back to Connor.

"Dude, forreal! Get up! Where's the fire extinguisher?" He sounded frantic. I couldn't help but wonder what he'd done this ti--fire extinguisher?

Immediately, I shot up in bed. As if to make sure I had heard correctly, I picked up my alarm clock and held it close to one ear. No sound. That could only mean...

Connor had tried to cook.

Good thing I knew where the fire extinguisher was. Because obviously he didn't. "I'm up, I'm up," I mumbled, kicking off what covers were still draped over me and stumbling into the kitchen area of our dorm. Once I'd pushed the door open, the pungent smell of smoke and burnt toast filled my nostrils. Blech. Goes to show you that nothing good can come from Connor attempting to cook something. I doubted he could even make chocolate milk without spilling or breaking anything. That was Connor for you.

Once we exchanged looks, we burst out laughing. What a great way to start the day.

I hobbled over to the nearest cupboard and fished around for the handle on the fire extinguisher. One of my fingers clanged against cold metal. Success! Clumsily I fumbled around with it and pointed its nozzle towards the flaming toaster.

"I'd better stand back," Connor laughed, taking a few steps backwards against the kitchen counter.

"Three... two... one."

White... stuff... blasted out of the hose thingamabob, immediately putting out the flames. Jokingly, I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand.

"Did you break a sweat?" Cone said to me with a smirk. He was fanning the air with his hands, trying to circulate the smoke out of the room.

I retorted back to him, "What were you doing making toast? You know that's my field of expertise." That sure shut him up. I took another look around the kitchen and said, "I'm going back to bed."

He waved me off and lumbered into the living room. Running a hand through my hair I crossed back into the doorway of my bedroom. I found myself wondering what life would be like if I had a different roommate. Sure, it'd probably less hazardous to my health, but at least life was never boring with him around. It was everyday events like these that kept me on my toes.

Absentmindedly I picked the bedsheets up off the floor and sat on them. The "adrenaline rush" had left me wide-awake... and with nothing to do with myself.