#Chapter44-01
"Eyes. Eyes. Eyes. Eyes. Wakey wakey, eggies and bakey."
It was almost beyond my level of comprehension how the hell I missed wake up gigs like this, but as my eyes cracked open, stabbed by the broken rays of the growing morning, Oz's face filled my vision.
"Yay! I waked him up."
Blake's laughter sounded. It hit my ears around the same time as the tummy-gurgling scent of bacon hit my nose.
Struggling to sit, body not quite getting with the programme, re-enacting a walker scene from The Walking Dead, I groaned. Oz grinned and jumped on my legs.
He was dressed for work: his green polo neck with his store's logo was freshly ironed and the cream coloured pants made him look like a little nerd. He didn't have his glasses on and his dark hair stuck up in odd tufts. Seeing him
