As it turns out, they do want to see Annabelle's apartment. I asked Annabelle first if she'd be okay with that, and she said that'd be fine.

So I sent a message to Jenna and Jacob in our group chat.

Annabelle's down w/it she says anytime is good for us to come

mkay is five a good time for u guys, Jenna texts after a couple moments.

Good for me, I reply.

jacob????

yeah sure im down for that

Kay see yall then

I turn my phone off and close my eyes for a bit. I roll onto my side and check the time. It's 2:43. I have two hours and seventeen minutes.

Most of which I spent sleeping, but hey, don't judge. My music is turned to the volume where you can't hear anything else and it sounds like a hug. It's very comforting.

When I wake up, there's golden light streaming through the window. I feel pleasant and relaxed looking at it.

When I look at the clock, it reads 4:47. I have time to get ready. I brush my hair, and braid it slowly and gently. Then I slip on one of my favorite shirts (one that I think is Jacob's) and my jeans.

How I wake up has a big effect on my mood, and I feel golden.

I slip on my Converse, head outside, and start walking to Annabelle's.

Golden, golden, golden.

Golden is such a lovely word.

So is lovely.

The light peeks through the branches of a weeping willow tree on the side of the street. I love weeping willows.

I love Annabelle.

I love how the sun feels on my face.

I turn a corner and cross a street and stop for a moment in front of Annabelle's building. Then I swing open the door and practically bounce up the stairs.

When I get to the seventh floor and reach her door, I knock and it opens almost immediately. It's Jacob.

"Hey, Haze!" he sings. I beam at him and he bows me in.

Annabelle and Jenna are in the kitchen. Jenna's wearing my hoodie (it's like they're community hoodies and not even mine) and Annabelle has a long white skirt and a pale pink crop top.

I repeat. A pale pink crop top.

And here I was thinking the day couldn't get any better. Her hair is pulled back into a curly little poof.

"Haze? You okay?" Jacob taps me on the shoulder, scaring me embarrassingly easily. I jump about a foot in the air and grab onto the refrigerator handle to not slip and fall.

I blush. "Yeah, I'm peachy."

Jenna wiggles her eyebrows at me, and Annabelle just shakes her head and pulls out her phone.

"We wanted to wait for you."

"M'kay."

We're all kind of cuddled together on the couch watching Prisoner of Azkaban when there's a knock on the door. Jenna pushes me off onto the floor and tells me to answer it because it's her favorite part and she doesn't wanna miss it.

"J-babe, I would've answered it if you had just asked me to."

"I know, but I kinda wanted to push you off the couch. No particular reason, it just sounded like fun in my head."

I roll my eyes. "Why am I your friend?"

"Because you love me," she says, drawing out the "love."

I lean down and kiss her on the cheek. "I do, but that doesn't mean you should take advantage of my loving and compassionate nature and push me off the couch."

I walk down the hallway to the door and open it.

"Hazel?" the delivery person asks. I recognize the voice and my head snaps up.

"Jamie?" He smiles and nods. "Heh, long time no see." Yes, I'm practically best friends with my Insomnia delivery person. It's completely normal.

"Yeah ... they changed my hours for a couple weeks so someone could get training," he explains, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Well, I'm glad you're back, because socializing with other delivery persons is taxing," I sigh dramatically, collapsing against the doorframe.

"Hopefully this'll make up for it," Jamie teases, pushing the box into my hands. It's really warm and smells great.

"You're forgiven, I guess." I breathe in the scent, closing my eyes briefly. Mmmmm. He laughs, then looks down at his watch.

"Well, I gotta go Hazel. See you in like two days. Seriously, you need to eat healthier and stop ordering cookies at two in the morning."

I nod slowly and we both laugh, because we both know it's not going to happen. I shove the money into his hand and he waves.

"Bye."

"Bye."

I shut the door and make my way back into the living room, where I toss the box onto the coffee table, then flop across Jenna and Jacob, resting my head on Annabelle's thigh and seeing what part we're at now. (Harry's just arrived at Diagon Alley.)

Annabelle runs her fingers through my hair and feeds me a cookie.

I have a feeling this will turn into our new tradition, and I am like 6738% okay with that.

Jenna, Jacob, and I decide to stay the night when we realize how late it is. Annabelle offers her guest room to them. She lends us all pajamas (why she has so many sets of pajamas, let alone ones that fit Jacob, I have no idea).

I almost fall asleep on the couch after I change. I'm not sure what happened, I just remember wanting to watch until the credits were over. I vaguely recall Annabelle picking me up and carrying me to her bed.

Now all I feel is warmth. I shift slightly and realize that Annabelle's curled her body around me. She's breathing slowly into the back of my neck.

It's pleasant. I definitely wouldn't mind waking up like this every morning.

The feeling surrounds me. I open my eyes, and see a still-dark sky through the curtains. Nope. I love waking up early, but what looks like five A.M. is too much. I cuddle back into Annabelle's soft stomach and fall back asleep.

When I wake up next, the sun has risen a little bit, streaking the sky beautifully. Annabelle's running her hands through my hair. I turn around to look at her.

"You're really warm," is the first thing she says to me. "And snuggly and small and easy to cuddle. It's adorable." I blush heavily, and she giggles softly.

"What time is it?" I ask. She cranes her neck around to see the clock.

"8:17."

"Cool."

"Wanna go back to sleep?" she asks, rubbing circles into my waist with her thumb absentmindedly.

I shrug. "I think I'm gonna go make some coffee."

"But I'm gonna be cold," she whines.

"You can come with me," I say singsongily.

"No, I don't wanna."

"Well, then, be cold!" I say, throwing the covers off of myself and exposing her to the cold air. She immediately curls into herself and pouts at me. My heart melts at the sight. I grab the duvet and tuck it back around her body, then head out into the hallway to the kitchen.

I make coffee, then sit on the counter and drink it, then brush my teeth with the spare I left last time and wash my face. By that time, Jacob is up. He joins me in the living room, where I'm reading Annabelle's well-worn copy of Fangirl.

Somehow Jacob completely rocks Annabelle's soft purple top and white pajama pants, though the top is too short. I'm jealous.

"What part're you at?" he asks.

"She's reading to him," I answer. I don't have to be specific, because I know he's read the book. Thank goodness, too. I'm caught up in the story, and if I had to explain what was happening I would be a little bit annoyed.

Jenna and Annabelle get up around the same time, which is around eleven. Jacob and I roll our eyes at each other when they sleepily stumble in.

I make breakfast for them because they're all too lazy. When I'm at the stove, cooking eggs, Annabelle comes up and hugs me from behind. She then proceeds to drape herself on me, keeping her arms around my waist. She steals a couple sleepy kisses to the back and side of my neck.

"Mm, you're warm," she mumbles, pressing her cheek to my back. I only laugh lightly, and then I call in Jacob and Jenna for breakfast.

We kind of laze around again until two in the afternoon, but I have to leave because I have a shift at the ice cream shop. They're just beginning Goblet of Fire when I leave.

I feel kinda left out, but I get free reign over the shop's gummy bear stocks so it could be worse.

a/n: be proud of me because i don't have my laptop and i'm using my dad's computer and still got this out rip me

also to those of you who attend mah school: pls don't say anything about my face i hecking know there's band-aids and gauze on it i got surgery but i'm really self-conscious about it and i already know there's gonna be an onslaught of people who are like "what happened to your face"