AN: To my clan of friends… and thanks to everyone who reviewed my other Bare stories!! I love the reviews! They keep me writing! Also, I still don't own these characters…. Remember that… Don't forget, cause I could get into trouble if you some how think I own these characters… and Tina Meg and Dannie were my guardian angels for this story!! Friggan olive you and sex
"Time to get up!"
A tired moan escaped Peter's lips as he pulled the covers over his head to block out the sudden invasion of sunlight. "What time is it?" His voice came out mumbles from beneath the quilt.
"Six. Now come on! Up!"
How is he already so awake? Peter groaned again, sitting up and letting the blankets fall around him, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Why are we up so early?"
Jason stopped what he was doing long enough to give Peter a quick kiss on the cheek, before returning to getting dressed. "Because I have to go to basketball practice before mass."
"Okay, correction. Why am I up so early?" He had meant to sound sarcastic, but his voice came out more of a whine than anything else. He fell back onto the pillows, closing his eyes again.
"Because…" Jason pulled the covers off Peter. "… you broke the alarm clock and I'm not going to have time to come back here and make sure you're up before mass. Don't forget, we need to go after school to get a new one."
"I can wake up on my…"
Jason cut him off. "And we both know you can't wake up on your own, so up!" He threw one of his own pillows at Peter, smacking him in the head.
Peter simply turned over and pulled the pillow over his head. "You don't even go to mass! Why do you care?" Peter was not a morning person.
Luckily Jason knew this and didn't take any offence to the bitter tone directed at him. "Cause when I have practice with the team before mass, we all go afterwards, so I can't sneak out." He smacked Peter on the ass on his way to the door. "And if I have to sit through this, I don't wanna risk not having some sexy altar boy up there to distract myself with, so get up!"
Peter finally sat back up, opening his eyes just in time to see Jason walking out, his duffle bag banging behind him.
He closed his eyes just for a moment, opening one eye to look at the clock, which blinked 4:63 back at him, and let out a groan as he got up to unplug the broken clock. It would be cheaper to get a new one than to get this one fixed. He tossed it into the garbage, looking around their room for a moment. And until then, he had Jason to wake him up, so who really cared about some dumb clock his mom got him?