"C’mon, Ash, get up already!" Spencer said impatiently while poking Ashley’s shoulder.

The brunette groaned and mumbled, "I don’t wanna go to school, today, Mommy. I wanna stay home and bake cookies with you." She pulled the covers up over her head and curled into a ball.

The taller girl would’ve usually laughed at this, but it had been going on for the last five minutes, and they were on a tight schedule.

Today, they began their trip to Ohio. Ashley had slept over at the Carlin house—on the couch, of course—and now Spencer was trying to get her up. It was six in the morning—the Carlins always liked getting early starts. Something their children never appreciated. But if Ashley kept up this charade, then Paula would be sorer at her than she already was, so the blonde was trying to prevent that as much as possible.

"I swear to God, Ashley, if you don’t get up you’re going to regret it!" Still getting no response from the stubborn brunette, Spencer was getting fed up. She let out a sharp annoyed breath through her nose, and positioned herself to where she was hovering over the other girl. "I’ll sit on you…" she threatened.

Ashley mumbled something incoherent and stayed hidden under the covers, unmoving.

"Fine, you asked for it," the blonde said as she let herself fall back atop the other girl.

"Oof!" Ashley grunted. She was definitely awake now. "What the hell, Spence? Get off!" she demanded as she pushed the blonde off of herself.

Spencer laughed lightly as she rolled to the side and sat up on the side of the sleeper sofa. "It would’ve been easier if you just got up the first time."

The brunette sat up and rubbed her eyes. Shooting her girlfriend a death look she asked, “What time is it?"

"Uhh, about six."

"Noooo, too early!" Ashley groaned, "Sleepy time!"

"Don’t you dare go back to sleep!" Spencer yelled when Ashley motioned to lie back down and hide under the covers.

The brunette pouted, "Five more minutes?"

"No."

"Three?"

"No, Ash."

"One?"

"Ashley, no!"

"59.9999 seconds?"

"ASHLEY!"

"Alright, alright!" the brunette surrendered. "Sheesh. Don’t have a cow." Swinging her legs to the side of the bed, she stood and stretched, popping her back. She let out a content sigh and began her trip up the stairs to Spencer’s bathroom to prepare herself.