Chapter One:

Bonjour

Sunshine crept through between the curtains and into the earlier darkened room. It would've gone unnoticed if it hadn't crept onto the face of a sleeping damsel with purple curly hair. Slowly and begrudgingly, she opened her eyes. After releasing an exaggerated yet silent yawn, she looked over at the sleeping soul with straight red hair.

"Bonjour, chérie," she cooed, softly shaking her shoulder.

A groan crept out of the sleeper's voice. "Five more minutes, Burgundy," she groaned, burying her face more into the pillow.

"It's almost noon and you have class in a few hours, Georgia." Burgundy, being the slightly more responsible of the two, knew that if Georgia didn't start to get ready now, she would risk being late for school—for the umpteenth time. "Not buying that. Get up and I'll make coffee for you."

"Bugger off," Georgia retorted, even though her body was betraying her wishes by starting to sit up. Burgundy's lips curled. Every morning (or at least what Georgia would call "morning") since they've been "sleeping over" had been like this. However, they had a small talk a few weeks ago and decided that it just would be too much trouble that they would depart to their separate apartments. It was logical to them that they would just share an apartment as the good lord Arceus had intended. But they ran into a problem—the school they are both going to, Castelia University, was surrounded by expensive apartments. So with some smart budgeting they figured that the rent they split between them would be less than what they had been separately paying for their old apartments. This had been their first morning waking up in their apartment.

Their apartment. She could still hardly believe it. It was as if last night and this morning was all but a dream. That dream came crashing down as soon as she heard the toilet flush.

"Why can't I go to class later in the day like you do?" Georgia said while brushing her teeth.

"It's not my fault that you're taking math courses," Burgundy retorted.

Georgia spat in the kitchen sink. "Of course. It's my fault for the draconian scheduling that the fascists had drawn up."

Burgundy rolled her eyes. For whatever the hell reason, Georgia is taking majoring in algebra while Burgundy was majoring in, believe it or not, wine making. The course was duller than Ash's wit, but her parents wouldn't allow her to take over the family business without a degree in it. Piled with biology, botany, financing, business, and a few others left a sour taste in her mouth. She knew a great deal of it already. C'est la vie.

Within twenty minutes a pot of coffee had finished brewing and Georgia had finished cursing consciousness they both sat down at the table. Their apartment was cramped, but that was only because Burgundy refused money to pay the rent from her wealthy parents. Her parents hadn't exactly been supportive when she came out about a year ago with Georgia in tow on the doorstep of the family manor, but she was their daughter after all and blood proved thicker than societal expectations. They had paid her other apartments while attending Castelia University and paid off her tuition, but ever since she shared that she was moving with Georgia into their own apartment she had refused their help with rent, wanting to get a part-time job and paying the rent with her girlfriend. Georgia threatened to leave her when she found out about that a couple of nights ago. In a few hours that threat had become empty as they tucked themselves into bed.

"You could've fancied this up a bit," Georgia noted, tipping her mug toward her.

"If you want fancy coffee, come by Sawsbuck's and I'll brew it myself." Even though this would be her second day of work, Georgia liked to joke about the fact that Burgundy had been hired as a barista in a Sawsbuck's Coffee. Well, it's more like she's working the register and filling the display with assorted pastries while training to be a barista. "Better yet, just go to the one on campus."

The redhead tsked. "It's not everyday I get to see you in an apron."

"It's nothing special," Burgundy said, ruining the fantasy. "I'm still clothed." Georgia blew a raspberry.

Bon dieu. This would be the first of many mornings for them, served with sarcasm topped with love.

And Burgundy wouldn't have traded it for the world.