Anon and Luan, part 2

Beep. Beep. Beep.
>The alarm clock and the sun were two of the worst creations God had ever allowed.
>It seared your eyes, burned your skin, and destroyed your ears.
>The covers wriggled a bit.
>Luan, your girlfriend, the brown-haired beauty.
>Oh how you loved her.
>You needed to get up and help your mom make breakfast.
>But her arms and legs were clamped tightly on you.
>"Mmmm."
>"Luan, we gotta go."
>"Mmmmm."
>"Luan, please. My mom is gonna kick my butt if I don't make the biscuits."
>You feel a pair of eyes and a set of braces sparkle at you.
>"Mmmm."
>She's too cute.
>"Alright, fine."
>You take both hands and scoop her up, covers and all, off the bed.
>"Too bad you can't walk. These socks are perfect for this morning."
>"That's too bad."
>"Are you sure you can't walk?"
>"No, I can't..."