Aaron can say that waking up to a creame colored wall instead of a ruby red one is slightly jostling, he can also say that waking up to hear Aphmau's kitten-like yawn so close to him makes his heart race. Both are be true.

Aphmau rolls in her sheets, not exactly awake, but slowly rising from the realm of dreams and into semi-consciousness.

Aaron slowly and silently sneaks out of bed, the soft, grey carpet scratching against his toes, as he creeps up by the side of her bed.

He taps the pillow next to her head. No response.

He tugs lightly on the covers to try and subtly get her to wake up, a muffled, half asleep whine, but no awake Aphmau.

His mouth moving before his mind, and his muscles before his brain, he gently shakes her shoulder, and says barely above a whisper.

"Come on Honey, wake up." He turns a radiant shade of red, but doesn't back away, and continues giving her a caring smile.

"Mmmm..." She smiles and rolls to his voice, her hands grazing his and making an electric shock crawl on his arm and down his spine.

"Hey.... Gahhhh!" Aphmau, expecting anything but Aaron getting her up, screams and throws all her sheets, along with her pillow, at his face, knocking him onto the carpet, flat on his back.

Clutching her chest and processing what just happened, she starts snickering as Aaron struggles to escape the tornado of sheets. Finally his head pokes from the sheets and has a very confused and amused look on his face.

"Good morning to you too." He fumbles out of his prison if sheets and makes his way to a giggly Aphmau, a mischievous smirk growing on his face.

"Sorry. I wasn't expecting you to be that close." Aphmau replies breathlessly, once again devolving into a fit of giggles when Aaron shoves his face into her bed.

"What's so funny." Aaron's voice is muffled by the mattress, and Aphmau curls her fingers through his bedraggled charcoal hair, making him look back at her curiously.

"Your hair is fluffy." She messages his head, and he purrs, sticking out his tongue like a puppy, she starts scratching, her brow getting higher as she realizes the effect it has on him.

"A-Aphmau~" He let's out a low, hot, pleasure filled growl, his face a bright red. Hearing this, Aphmau immediately pulls her hand away, leaving Aaron craving for more.

"Uh.... Aaron?" Aphmau questions quietly, her face hot with embarrassment, the sound he made sent a white hot liquid right through her body.

"Uhm...." He recoils a little, and clears his throat, sliding off her bed and blushing madly, cursing his sensitive head and his love for scratches.

"I'm gonna go make breakfast. Heh" He zips down the stairs at breakneck speed, nearly tripping up and falling down the stairs. But landing squarely on his feet as he tries to slow his heart rate down.

Aphmau is left confused and shaken on her bed, her heart racing, although disconcerting, a part of her wanted to hear it again, another part hesitant about even going down to see him.

She rolls out of bed, stretching, and pulls her robes tighter against her, sighing, she tries to fix her tornado that she calls hair, and slowly makes her way downstairs, the boards creaking underneath her small frame.

The smell of greasy sausage and eggs reaches her, along with the smell of toast and sugary jam, Aaron is at the stove, humming a tune to himself, and not really paying much attention to her.

"Hungry?" Aphmau asks sarcastically, looking into the cupboard to find the stuff they had packed was finally brought up.

"A little, but why are you in the cupboard? This is for you too." Aaron replies, still only halfway paying attention to his surroundings, Aphmau can tell he's still embarrassed on what happened upstairs.

"You're cooking for me?" Aphmau is slightly flustered, no one but her mother has ever cooked for her, and especially not a guy.

"I'm cooking for both of us, you're clothes were brought up last night, you're suitcase is on the couch." He makes a slight motion with his hand, and a purple, pin striped suitcase is laying on the squishy sofa.

"Thanks!" Aphmau whirls past him, digging into her suitcase for her purple skirt that her mother never lets her wear, and a nice looking collared white tee, and bounds back up into her room.

Aaron's eyes follow her, and once she's safely out of sight he digs into his suitcase, grabbing his red hoodie and black undershirt, along with the ripped pants he's had since middle school.

You see, to Aaron, Aphmau has it good, she, at least, has money to spend from time to time. But he's never had a lot of money, since he left his wealthy parents and pompous sister in high school, for his personal reasons. So, he's had to work, and sometimes steal for his money, and he was very surprised when the school gave him a full tuition, so all he has to pay for are the textbooks, and the rent.

Changing as quickly as he can, he returns to cooking, pouring out the bacon and eggs into two different plates, and laying them on the dining table.

Just in time as well, as Aphmau comes bouncing down the stairs, in a short, dark purple skirt and black leggings, with a black and purple jacket over a white collared tee.

"How do I look?" She asks, not knowing the effect of the question on Aaron's already out-of-control mind.

Beautiful

"You look great, come on, let's eat, then get unpacked." He pulls out her chair for her, and before he sits down, glances at the clock.

It's eight in the morning, twelve hours until he had to go into work, he hates that place, knowing that he has to watch both the dancers and the rooms where some take their "customers."

He always feels so dirty and horrible, a few times he's gotten propositioned himself, he's always said no, and eventually, they stopped.

Trying his best to block it out of his mind, he watches Aphmau for a moment, and for the time being, his job is pushed into the back of his mind.

They finish eating, and, after several hours of unpacking, Aaron trying (and failing miserably) to sync both his and Aphmau's controllers to his Xbox (it took her's over his every single time.) They decide to call Katelyn and Garroth too see if they want to hang out.

"I'd love to." Katelyn replies from the other side of Aphmau's phone " Trust me, I would, But I have to finish moving Kasey in, maybe next time."

"Sorry, but I have to look after the west hallway, some vandal decided to tag the place, it's a mess." Garroth states, groaning as a group of freshman push past him to get outside.

Now out of options, Aaron flops on the couch with as much grace as a dying walrus, making the couch creak in protest from his weight.

Aphmau watches him for a minute, before getting ready to exact some revenge.

"Aaron~" She makes her voice as sickeningly sweet as possible, an electric zap finds its way up Aaron's spine, and he raises to look at her.

"Y-Yeah?" He stammers, before the small girl tackles him in the couch, the force pinning him underneath her.

It takes a second for his mind to process, but it is already too late, Aphmau is already making her fingers dance across his sides.

Thing is, he's not ticklish there anymore.

But she is.

Smirking, he turns the tables and before she can react, pins her to the side of the couch.

Aphmau can now fully realize how big of a mistake she just made.

He dives into her sides, straddling her and keeping them both steady as he does his work, Aphmau explodes in panicked laughter, shouting and failing to bat him away as he unrelentingly tickles her sides.

"No! Stooop! Nuuuu!" She yells between laughs, as Aaron pins her even more tightly to the couch, He's laughing too, watching her squirm under him amuses him more than it should.

Suddenly the door is quickly opened, a male professor with grass colored hair  vine colored eyes, and a long white lab coat, stares at the scene before him, taking it the complete wrong way.

            "YOU TWO, EXPLAIN, NOW!"