Roommate!Gabe groaned, grabbing one of his pillows, and placing it over his head. It was too early, too early for you to be showering, and singing at the top of your lungs. If you could sing, Gabe wouldn’t be complaining. The problem was you didn’t know how to, you were tone deaf. That never mattered to you, the shower head was your microphone, and you had to perform to the imaginary people. “SHUT-UP!” Gabe yelled, pressing the pillow more onto his head. When your singing didn’t quiet down, Gabe let out a huff, sliding out of bed, and heading towards the bathroom. Your song was interrupted by the loud bangs against the bathroom door.
“What!?!” you shouted, sticking your head out of the shower curtain, so you could hear Gabe better.
“Shut-up! It’s five in the morning, and your singing is not what I want to wake up to,” he announced. Your eyes narrowed at the bathroom door, and you sighed.
“Gabe, it’s actually five in the afternoon,” you informed him. His face dropped, and he looked towards the hall window, noticing the sun starting to set. Gabe mentally face palmed himself, and you heard a groan leave his lips before he muttered an apology, trudging back to his room. This was why he never liked staying out late, he ended up sleeping the day away.