"Aye, babe. Wake up." Austin said, kissing my forehead.
"I'm up." I yawned, sitting up.
He burst into laughter. "Nice hair, babe."
"Oh hush, yours is messy too." I grinned, kissing him.
He pulled me up and we shared a passionate kiss. "Happy birthday." I whispered, kissing him again.
"Thank you." he replied, spinning me around.
"Are we allowed downstairs?" I asked, wanting food.
"There was a note on the TV that said they're serving us breakfast in bed and that we have to wait til ten."
"Oh God." I groaned, looking at the clock.
It was only 9:03. Austin flipped the TV on and I sat cross legged on the bed. He put his head in my lap and I played with his hair.
"Why do you do that?" he asked, staring at the screen.
"Do what?" I questioned, frowning.
"Like to play with my hair so much?" he looked at me.
"Its soft, and fluffy, and messy, and attractive, and sexy, and I let you play with mine all the time." I replied, pulling his.
"Well yours is long, and curly so its entertaining." he answered, his attention back on TV.
"Yours is curly too, if you stop doing stuff to it." I pointed out.
"You know I hate my hair like that babe." he said, and I chuckled.
"It makes you look even cuter."
"Is that even possible?" he grinned, and I slapped his chest.
"Yeah, 'cause Logan is cuter than you." I teased.
He sat up. "Take it back."
"Mmm, nope." I shook my head, grinning.
"Don't make me..." he stood up.
"Don't make you do what?" I teased, pulling him onto the bed.
"Nope. No love for you! Go ask Logan for some!" he crossed his arms.
"Babe!"
I crossed my arms. Before he could say anything, Logan came into the room shouting, "C'mon guys Auntie Lisa says you can come down!"
Austin and I grinned at each other and raced down the stairs.
