Mornings were never Mike Chilton's favorite part of the day. He always had a few seconds of dread before unwinding himself from both his sheet and blanket, regretting ever morning the absent shirt he usually tossed to the floor at some point in the night when the heat kicked on (the damn thing had been broken for years and, despite his best efforts, Jacob never fixed it properly) leaving the teen in quite a predicament. Any other morning, he would step onto the ice cold wood flooring of his bedroom, though today, he had the delight of his best friend staying over, the floor covered in an array of comforters. Though Sam opted to sleep on the couch last night, Chuck had stayed over one to many times to not miss the floor. He actually preferred it over the mattress he had back at his own house, even going as far as to offer it to Mike whenever he stayed over.
Though, if Chuck hadn't been so delusional when they finally did get him home last night, Mike would have made him take his bed.
Speaking of which, Mike looked down at the blonde on the floor, contemplating whether or not he should actually wake him or just left him sleep the excitement of yesterday off. He laid pretty motionless and if Mike hadn't known any better, he'd be sure he was dead. Deciding to leave him be, Mike stepped over the teen and in to the hall. Sam began to sit up a little on the couch in the living room, hardly aware of his new surroundings. Mike watched the kid sit up, stretch, and fall back down before actually getting up to get ready for school.
"Alright...gotta drop him off..." Mike thought out loud, finding a random hangnail to distract him from actually doing something to get ready. Like most teens, Mike grabbed his phone from the kitchen table, opting to look into any notifications rather than make breakfast while he waited for the bathroom to be freed up. Jacob must have been running late this morning as the hair dryer ran loudly from the bathroom.
Mike laughed quietly to himself, getting a mental image of the man actually blow drying his beard and finding it quite amusing. He would have actually considered a concept of the man braiding the beard, but his half asleep mind was suddenly jolted awake by a chime on his phone. Glancing at the screen, the teenager noticed a new text message from 'Jules3'.
Now, it was no secret that Mike and Julie had a thing for each other, but Mike would never admit to writing her name in his phone like that. The story went something like 'She stole my phone and changed everyone's contact name and I never got around to changing hers back' or something like that. Regardless of how it got there, Mike still knew that the message was from Julie and unlocked the screen to answer it.
'Morning cowboy :P'
Mike smirked, more so at the nickname, letting his fingers drum on the table before tapping out a response.
'Morning, Jules, what's up?'
Sliding his phone back in to the middle of the table, Mike decided it was finally time for breakfast, heading over to the freezer to find some toaster waffles. The hunt didn't take long, as Mike was the only one in the house who even ate that sort of thing, even Chuck stayed away from them, preferring Jacob's cooking over 'some over-processed piece of shit'. He hadn't always been that way, but his sudden crush on Claire changed a few things. His choice of what's good and what's not was one of those things.
With the waffles now safely in the toaster, Mike returned to the table, snatching his phone back up. As expected, there was a new message from Julie already waiting.
'Not much. Claire is taking forever to get ready'
The brunette almost had to stop and laugh; Julie was a pretty skilled driver, but her dad never let her do it. Because of this, she was usually bumming rides off other cheerleaders, and in a rare, rare case, the Amazons. Mike had offered a few times, though she had him pull up on the opposite side of the street and three houses down from hers. He never thought to question it and seldom offered due to the fact that Chuck was almost always driving with him. On the instances where he drove with the other members of the band, Mike was quick to offer his spot.
If Jacob let him borrow the truck, he'd drive everyone, actually.
'That sucks. lol, need a ride?' He typed back before locking the screen yet again, getting up to retrieve his waffles. He was calmly pouring syrup when yet another text came in. Mike wasn't one to not text back instantly, so he set the syrup down abruptly, leaning over until his torso was almost horizontal with the floor. It took a few whacks, but he finally manage to unlock the screen from his position.
'If you don't mind DX'
Deciding that he'd have to straighten up in order to respond, Mike stood up completely, though he had to use the counter, and in the process, his waffles to steady himself, "Great..." He muttered, reaching for a near by towel to clean away the sticky substance. It left behind bits of string and whatever else was stuck in the towel, causing him to cringe. It wasn't often that Mike used his left hand for anything, but when it came to getting syrup on his phone, he thought it would be fine.
'Sure thong. Sample is cumming wilt us.' As a knee jerk reaction, Mike sent the text without much thought. He did, however, put a whole lot of thought into his facial expression when he did see what he wrote.
"Fucking autocorrect!" He slammed the device back on to the table, forcefully enough that the back popped off and the battery skidded across the table.
"Language!" Jacob stepped into the kitchen, whacking the back of his grandson's head. Mike only rolled his eyes to this, working to put his phone back together,
"Sorry, Jacob," He mumbles offhandedly, snapping the back of the phone in to place, "I'm giving Julie a ride today."
Jacob, who was in the middle of getting the orange juice from the refrigerator, stops and quirks an eyebrow. Mike rolled his eyes, picking at his waffles again, "I know what your thinking."
"Oh, boy, I don't even know what I'm thinking half the time." Jacob admits, getting his drink and grabbing his keys off the kitchen table. He stops to ruffle his grandson's hair before heading for the door, leaving Mike alone with his waffles. His phone buzzes beside him, causing the teen to look over.
'Alright, see ya in a bit :P'
Sighing in relief at the girl's understanding, Mike typed back 'K' then got up to get dressed. Chuck was still fast asleep on the floor and had it not been for a slight twitch from his hand, most likely from years of typing in a half awake state, Mike would have thought he was dead. He would have shook him awake to tell him the plan for that morning, but he opted to write a note instead.
'Hey, chuckles, took Sam to school. Don't even think about getting to class. Don't touch my waffles.
~Mike'
