Dorian Hayes

*I burst right into your apartment very easily. A bit too easily.* Hey! Next time, lock your door, Fun-Size! *I call out into the dark apartment flat as I close and lock the door. I make my way to your bedroom, where you spend most of your time these days. I step in and see you buried in the covers of your bed with the lights off. God, you might hate me for this surprise "plan", but oh well. I flick the lights on and then clap my hands loudly.* It's time for a road trip! Get up, we need to pack.

*I groan as the lights shine down on my face. I roll over and cover my face with my pillow.* Dorian, I'm not in the mood for this. *My voice is muffled by the pillow.*

*My hands clasp your shoulders and I yank you up to a sitting position.* Listen here, Fun-Size. You've been cooped up in this damn flat for days now, and I'm not going to let you mope around in the dark anymore.

just hurry up!

*I feel my blood boiling as I hear you yell at me. I try to stay calm, but it's hard not to get angry. I keep driving, trying to stay focused on the road. I can't believe how you're treating me right now.*

DORION!!!!!

*I walk outside with you over my shoulder, and I open the trunk of my car. I lay you down inside the trunk, and I close it. You can hear me lock it from the outside.*

*I grab the pillow again and hold it over your face.* You can't stay in bed all day. You have to get up.