Author's Note: Guess who didn't start writing until May 25? This girl. Yeah I had finals and working on my book so I didn't get around to writing the backup fics
Betty (aka the personified version of my common sense): and she procrastinated
Matt and Scott never got into an actual fight when they were at the hacienda. A lot of their fighting could be described as passive aggressive but it was more like aggressiveness barely masked by passiveness.
Flashback to the one day Matt made breakfast. It was eggs because that was all he could cook …without burning the house down.
All of the eggs were slightly burnt. Pedro was the only one who wasn't struggling to take the first bite. Jamie, Richard and Professor Chambers just moved their forks and knives around the plates as if that would suffice for not eating.
Scott raised his eyebrows. " Matt, what the fuck is this?"
Matt frowned. "Eggs."
Scott smiled sarcastically. "Really, now? So what made you decide to give us-well, Pedro- food poisoning?"
Matt growled. "Hey at least I do more than be an angsty shithead."
"This shithead could cook better than you…though that's not saying much."
Matt gave up on any creative insults. "Oh suck my dick!"
"Let me find it first. I'll have to get the microscope."
Jamie, Richard and Professor Chambers used their immature squabble to push their food onto Pedro's plate. Pedro honestly liked Matt's cooking but the others clearly didn't. Except for the burnt parts, it tasted fine.
The shouting escalated . "So should we break them up?" Professor Chambers asked.
Richard shook his head." No, let's just move very slowly out of the room." The two adults grabbed Jamie and Pedro's arms and walked out.
Everyone went into their respective bedrooms. Richard eventually went downstairs and ended up finding Matt and Scott playing video games.
"Matthew Henry Freeman, don't you dare throw that blue shell at- MOTHERFUCKER!" Scott fumed, punching Matt in the shoulder.
"How the fuck do you know my middle name?" Matt asked between laughter. Richard interrupted them. "Boys, go to sleep."
"Richard, it's only ten. Why aren't you asleep, hmm?" Matt and Scott turned around to look at Richard, the latter crossing his arms.
Richard rolled his eyes. "Fine. But don't stay up too late."
The morning arrived. Richard stumbled into the living room, half awake. "Boys?" He went quiet once he saw Matt and Scott asleep on the couch. Both boys were snoring with Matt drooling out of the corners of his mouth. Richard threw a blanket over them.
Pedro entered the room a few moments later. "Morn-" Richard shushed him.
" Don't wake them up. Those were idiots were probably up past midnight."