Emily's Standpoint
Few hours ago...
Waking up with Aimee's toe in my mouth has to be the grossest thing ever. It was not how I envisioned my morning to be like.
"What the hell Aimee!" I screamed in horror pushing her off the bed, spewing whatever germ had gotten into my mouth.
"What the fuck Emily! Why did you push me off the bed?" Aimee groaned, her eyes still closed as she repositioned herself well on the ground, going back to sleep.
"You fucking put your freaky toe in my mouth!" I cried out in irritation, rushing into the bathroom to wash my mouth clean.
"My toe doesn't taste that bad, stop being so dramatic," she muttered. I clenched my fist in anger, holding myself back from going back to that room and sticking my own toe into her own mouth so she'd understand how disgusting it felt.
"Everything alright?" Dad asked as I scrubbed my tongue clean.
