Siegliende Sullivan has never been a great romantic, she has always struggled with finding the right boy. Maybe what she needed wasn’t a boy though, but a girl. A beautiful, blonde-haired beauty.

“Sieggy!” A loud voice called out. One from a particular blonde girl. “Wake up, wake up!” she repeatedly called, pulling the messy-haired German girl out of the bed. “No— sleepp is important..” She drowsily argued.

Elizabeth looked down at Siegliende and sighed. “Sleep is only important for 8 hours, you’ve slept 10!! Come onn-!” She dragged out her voice, pulling Siegliende up.

“Fine , fine.” Only once Siegliendes eyes unblurred from the drowsiness did Siegliende look at her hand which Elizabeth was holding, focusing on the soft feelings of Elizabeths hands and how it feels right for Elizabeth to be holding them.

Elizabeth started looking through Siegliendes closet while muttering ideas. Yet, the young German girl can’t take her focus off the hand that feels like its missing something now.