"Shawn," Shawn's father called, flipping the light on, "Shawn, Gus, time to wake up." Gus yawned and pushed the covers back. It was Saturday, but Henry insisted that they be awake before he left for work. Gus propped his head on his palms and peered over the edge of the bunk bed, knowing the show that was about to start. Yes, bunk bed.
When Henry and Shawn's mother had still been together they had invested in a bunk bed because of how much Gus stayed over.
Henry frowned, and yanked the blankets off of his son. Shawn let out a small wail and mumbled something that could vaguely be classified along the lines of English, before he rolled over an smushed his face into the wall. "Shawn!" Henry opened Shawn's blinds and let the bright morning light stream in. Gus blinked rapidly, then chuckled as Henry reached forward and grabbed Shawn's wrists.
"Shawn!"
"Don't jump…." Shawn mumbled, eyes still closed.
"Shawn!" Henry drug Shawn off of his bed, and the twelve year old landed on the floor with a loud thunk.
"Ow…" Shaw blinked open groggy eyes. Seeing his dad standing over him he murmured, "Hey, dad, what are you doing in here?"
Gus laughed and jumped down, landing lightly on the floor next to them. Henry shook his head at his son, "I'm going to work. You boys gonna be ok?"
Gus and Shawn both rolled their eyes in unison and replied, "Of course,"
Henry smiled and ruffled each of their hair, "I'll see you later boys. Try to stay out of trouble."
"No promises!" Shawn yelled after his father and closed the door. Gus stretched, then sat down on the edge of Shawn's bed and began to pull on his shoes. Both the boys had slept in their clothes.
"Why not just sleep in our pajama's?" Gus had asked the night before.
"Because, Gus, it takes to long to get dressed. And besides, your pj's are pink!" Shawn wrinkled up his nose and tossed Gus his over-night bag so he could change into new clothes.
"Their salmon, Shawn!" Gus replied, agitated.
"And what color is salmon, exactly, Gus?" Shawn said in his know-it-all voice.
"Du-"
"Its pink." Shawn hadn't even let him finish.
"But-" Gus protested.
"Pink," Shawn intervened again. Gus sighed and snapped out of his flashback.
"Come on, buddy," Shawn was standing in the doorway, "Lets go!"
"I have to double knot my shoes, Shawn!"
"No you don't! What ever happened to just tying your shoes and running outside? Kids these days." Shawn shrugged and waited impatiently by the door.
"That's dangerous, Shawn! Your shoes could come untied while your running and cause you to trip and smash your face in. I happen to like my face." Gus finished tying the final knot and stood up ready to go.
"Yes, everyone loves your cocoa-colored-complexion. You could also smash in your face by annoying your best friend when we walk down the stairs."
Gus looked at Shawn suspiciously and made sure to walk at least two stairs behind him until they reached the bottom. Shawn flung the door open and raced outside, Gus on his heels. They had barely skidded out of the yard though, when three boys jumped out of nowhere and blocked their path.