The sun shone brightly overhead, reflecting off the rippling waters of the koi fish pond. There was a gentle breeze that made the leaves of the old ginkgo tree in the garden rustle softly. The high, concrete walls, topped with midnight blue tiles saved the house from prying eyes, and at the same time, confined its inhabitants. It was summer. Not insanely hot, but just hot enough to drive the teenage resident of the house nuts.
"Nnnaaarrgggghhh... ..."
"Yoichi sit up."
"Nnnfff..."
"Don't chew on your pencil."
"Nnnnhhh..."
"Yoichi do your homework."
The blonde teenager stared into the garden while his mother went on and on and on and on. Nishinosora Yoichi was pretty good at this "selective hearing" thing that his best friend had complained about him having. He was lying on his stomach, staring at the blinding shimmer of the fishpond (thank god for his tinted lenses) while his mother droned about how he should finish his homework in the first week of summer so he could play for the rest of it. The blonde was rather amused at his mother, 15 years as his mother and still not accepting the fact that he would not- and will never, ever, finish his homework ahead of time.
"You know, you should be more like Kita, he's such a good boy and so hardworking!"
Kita? The blonde raise and eyebrow and rolled on his side so he was looking in his mothers general direction. Oh yeah, she likes Kita alot. The blonde had almost forgotten that his mother absolutely adored his best friend.
He felt something vibrate in his shorts pocket as his mother started her lecture about some guy called Procrasti-something who stole watches and clocks. The blonde pulled out his handphone and flipped the screen open. A small grin crept across his face.
"Oi, mom."
"What is it this time?"
"Can I go over to Kita's house to study?"
"Oh! Of course! Kita is such a good boy, I bet he offered to help you with your homework didn't he? See, he's so kind and-"
Nishinosora had his things in his bag and was gone with the wind, leaving his mother talking to the son whom she thought was still in the room listening to her.