The next morning, a Sunday, was a disaster.

Mom woke me up in the worst possible manner.

"GET UP!" She ripped the covers off me, exposing me to the cold, "PHYLLIS MAXINE PIERCE! WAKE UP AND START RUNNING!"

"I-Wha-Whaz goin on?" I mumbled, blinking at the sudden light that hit my eyes, "Mom, it's too early. I'm…going…to…" And dozed off again, curling up in my bed while trying to warm myself.

"Oh no, you don't." She started poking me continuously in the stomach while saying 'Wake up, wake up, wake up.'

I soon hit a breaking point and screamed, "OKAY, FINE, I'M UP." And sat up straight, glaring at the woman.

"Good." She crossed her arms, "Go, wake your father. You two are going for a jog."

Did I hear her right?

A jog?

Like, running but slowly?

Is she off her rocker?

"Have you finally lost it?" I rubbed my eyes and got off the bed, "Is this one of your jokes?"

"Do you think I'll joke about you and your father running after you pigged out on popcorn and sweets?" She said in a threatening voice which scared the crap out of me. She still had her arms crossed in front of her, her left foot tapping slowly, rhythmically, waiting for me to exit the room. Mom was already dressed in sweat pants and one of dad's hoodies.

I groaned and threw on my hoodie which said 'Just don't do it' with a Snorlax on it, and dragged my feet to my parents' bedroom where my dad snored lightly. His arm dangled off the bed as he smiled in his sleep, mumbling, "Go..Groudon…Burn Cersei Lannister…yess…no blood…no bone…no ash."

I stared at him, morbidly. Even after sixteen years of living with him, I still wasn't used to his sleep talks.

I tried to nudge him awake, "Dad, wake up. Mom's gone nuts." But to no avail. He slept soundly, giggling in between, declaring victory over Cersei's death.

Mom stormed in, "I gave you one job, Phyllis. And you couldn't even do that." She said sternly and stood right next to dad and this, yelled as loudly as she could, "EDMUND, THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!"

Dad threw his eyes wide open and sat up, screaming,"My limited edition Pokemon cards!" and stumbled off the bed, running towards the door until he tripped and fell flat on his face.

Mom and I looked at him as he slowly gathered himself, rubbing his back. Mom's glare deepened as dad then lay flat on the floor, mumbling that it was too early to be out of bed.

Can't blame him. It is too early. It's six in the morning.

"The house isn't on fire, Viv." Dad grumbled, opening one eye and looking at us, "Why is Maxi up?"

"Dad, mom's lost it. She's gone cra-" I began to ramble before mom cut me off.

"You better get up if you value your limited edition Pokemon cards." She said viciously. What a poisonous woman. I would never use that card to threaten dad. Hehe, cards. Did you see what I did there?

Dad immediately shot up and supported himself against the door, "What-what it is. What's wrong. Max, what did you do?"

"Me? What did you do?" I protested.

"It's what you both did." Mom intervened, "Brush your teeth, change and start running, the two of you." And with that she marched downstairs, probably waiting in the living room.

Dad and I looked at each other.

"We should do as she says."

"You got it, dad."

"I cannot believe she's pelting us with stones." I managed to huff as mom made us run around town, following us in the car.

Every time we stopped or almost stopped, she would fling pebbles at us, which hit either our butts or backs. Still hurt like a bitch, though.

"Honey," Dad yelled/begged, "I can't….run…anymore."

"I BLOODY HATE RUNNING" I screamed as mom chucked another stone at my butt while yelling 'KEEP RUNNING, YOU LITTLE TWITS!'

Dad and I collapsed on our front porch as mom parked the car. Fred Andrews was looking at us, supporting himself against the railing of his house. As my father and I tried to catch our breath, Fred said, "Long morning?"

"Shut it, Andrews." Dad managed to yell back, "You're lucky Vivian isn't your wife."

"You said something, honey?" Mom appeared, smiling calmly, "Good morning, Fred."

Fred raised the coffee cup he was drinking from at us, "Family outing?"

I laughed sarcastically.

"My husband and daughter lay around eating and drinking and binge watching TV shows that they never care for their health." Mom informed Fred seriously, "I had to take a step."

"I can see that." Fred snickered.

"Breakfast?" Mom offered, "There's pancakes."

Dad and I whooped.

"Yes! Finally. Something go-"

"Not for you two."

"Ay what?"

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling while thinking what sins I had committed to not be able to eat pancakes. Then I remembered. Popcorn and chocolate.

Ugh. Shouldn't have eaten all that. Shouldn't have eaten all that every weekend with dad.

"Heard you ran around the town." Archie walked into my room, through the door. He had maple syrup on the corner of his mouth.

I lifted my head to look at him, "You finally used the door, huh. Anyway, yes. Mom made us run. It was torture." I gestured at his mouth. He wiped the syrup away with the back of his hand and sat down at the foot of my bed.

"I never really thanked you and Betty and Ronnie." He said, glancing at me, "For helping me with Grundy…Gibson…whatever her name was."

"You'll get over her, Archie." I sat up and crossed my legs, "If not sooner, then later."

Archie didn't say anything but looked at me, smiling. I returned the smile and patted his back. That was when Jughead entered the room. He looked at us, his vision zeroing down on my hand on Archie's back and the redhead looking at me. If he wanted to say something, he refrained from it.

My face automatically went red at his walking in, "Juggie! Hi! I didn't know you-"

Archie snapped out of whatever daze he was in and said, "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Jug crashed during breakfast after Vivian sent you away with the fruits."

"Yep." Jughead collapsed next to me, "I am stuffed with pancakes. Oh, and I might've finished the Nutella jar."

I nudged his knee with my foot, "Well, as long as it was you who finished it and not Arch. I'm thinking of moving to one of the broom closets in school."

"Why?" Archie asked as the two of us lay back. My bed could barely fit three teenagers lying on their backs.

"If mom makes me run every morning like the way she promised me and dad she would," I unconsciously moved my head towards Jughead, "I'd rather live in the closets. It's too easy to live there and no one would notice."

"What do you mean, no one would notice?" Jughead said, sounding interested.

"Well," I stared at the ceiling, "Nobody checks the closets in the West Wing. Usually the main hall's closets are used."

"Oh."

"Aaah, I'm so tiiiiired." I whined, curling up into Archie's side, "My legs huuuurt."

Both the boys chuckled. I patted Jughead's stomach, "How come you eat so much and stay so skinny?"

He laid his hand on mine, "I don't eat so much."

"Tell him he eats a lot, Arch." I complained.

"You eat a lot, Jug." Archie pushed me into Jughead.

My ears began to burn out of embarrassment, "Oy, watch it." Jughead pushed me back until I was being rallied in between the boys, the three of us laughing voraciously. "Guys, stop, someone will-"

Archie fell with a thud.

"-fall. Arch, you okay?"

Muffled laughter was heard and then, "Ow."

"This was so stupid. You two are idiots." I said getting up, pulling onto the sleeves of my hoodie.

"But we're your idiots." Archie voiced.

"Yeah, no." Jughead said.

We laughed some more.

This was just a filler chapter that I wrote. To show a little more of the Pierce family.

Cheshire The Iconic Me : Max got her name because her middle name is Maxine!

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