11:13.
Davis eyed the clock with distaste, as though it was its fault that he was the only one in the apartment awake. He turned his gaze to the blond sleeping beside him and sighed. He was bored and hungry and all he wanted to do was force Matt to wake up, but he didn't. Somehow he didn't have the heart to.
Besides, he did look so peaceful when he slept.
His stomach growled again, and he finally decided that he'd had it with waiting politely. He was starving, dammit, and if Matt didn't like it then too bad. He could deal with it.
Davis slid out of bed quietly, wincing slightly as every bone in his body popped loudly. After shooting a glance to make sure his friend was still asleep, he left in search of food.
The kitchen smelled like burnt eggs, and judging by the odd black thing in the sink, it probably was. Scrunching his nose, Davis passed the sink and started opening random cabinets, in search of some sort of cereal.
Ten minutes later, he found a box of Frosted Flakes, wedged behind three large bags of potato chips and a box of microwave popcorn. He would have actually preferred something more like Cocoa Puffs, but he seriously doubted that he'd find them in the Ishida's kitchen, so he'd have to settle for Tony the Tiger.
Davis poured the cereal into a bowl and then set out for a carton of milk. Frosted Flakes, he had decided years before, just didn't taste right without milk. He had to rummage around in the refrigerator for a while, but he eventually found it stuck in the very back.
He swiftly began to dump it into his cereal, not really thinking much about it. However he stopped almost immediately, when he saw that the milk had large chunks floating in it. Holding the carton up to his nose, he inhaled hesitantly and instantaneously began to choke.
The milk and now contaminated cereal was promptly disposed of, and Davis decided that having Pringles for breakfast didn't seem so bad. He ate a few and tried to ignore how strange they tasted this early in the day.
After he was done he slid back into the bedroom, noticing with a groan that Matt still wasn't awake. He leaned against the doorframe and chewed on his thumbnail, trying to think of something that would keep him entertained.
Nothing was on TV before 1:00 and he didn't think the Ishidas had a gaming system of any kind.
He gazed thoughtfully at Matt's dresser, and suddenly he had an idea.
An evil grin spread across Davis' face as he plopped down in front of it and opened one of the drawers to peer inside.
Snooping, he had discovered many years before, was one of the best ways to waste time at someone else's house. He'd done it to his grandparents quite often, and each time he'd found something new and interesting about one of them. Who'd have guessed that his grandmother had a picture of Ricky Martin under her side of the bed?
There was nothing of interest in the first two drawers, just a couple pairs of jean and a whole lot of black t-shirts. Davis made a mental note to tell the blond to buy more colorful clothing.
The third drawer he looked in appeared to be Matt's underwear drawer, and Davis couldn't help but cheer inwardly. He had the feeling that he would enjoy going through the boy's boxers.
He dug around in it for a while, a little unimpressed at the lack of patterns on the cloth. Who the hell would want to wear just plain black boxers? He certainly didn't. In fact, he prided himself on his blue silk Scooby Doo ones.
With a sigh, Davis set the black cotton boxers back in the drawer, convinced that he wasn't going to find anything incriminating in it. As soon as he did, he caught sight of a piece of pink falling out of them. With a mental 'Aha' he grabbed it and promptly gasped.
Pink underwear. No, pink women's underwear. Matt wasn't…into girls, so to speak, so that meant…He couldn't hold back the snicker.
Behind him, Matt shifted in the bed and he snapped his head around. The older boy shuddered suddenly for no reason and buried his head into the pillow with a small sniff.
Davis blinked and looked down at the panties and then back at Matt. His mind supplied quite kinky pictures involving the two and he suddenly realized that he was breathing unevenly. He quickly put the pink thing back in the drawer and wiped his mouth, more than a little shocked to discover that he had a small river of drool flowing from the corner.
The bed shifted again, and Davis realized that Matt was slowly waking. Pushing his not-so-innocent thoughts out of his head, he sat down on the mattress to wait.
Blue eyes opened and widened slightly before narrowing sharply. Both were clouded with sleep but the promise of death was apparent just the same.
"Motomiya, get the hell out of my house."
He blinked again and put on his best puppy dog face. "What?"
"I said, 'Get out.' Now, please."
"But…" Davis pouted slightly, looking confused. "You said I could stay here, remember? For the week because Mom and Dad and Jun are gone?"
Matt continued to stare at him for a long while, obviously trying to recall the previous day's events. Finally, he remembered. "Shit. I was hoping that was a dream."
He laughed softly. "Now, now. I don't see what your problem is. I'm not that bad of a person to live with."
"Humph." The musician yawned and stretched. "What time is it?"
"Um…12:02."
All movement ceased. "Why am I awake this early?"
"This isn't early. This is late. I've been up since 10:11, waiting for your sorry ass to wake up. By the way, I made myself some cereal about a half an hour ago because I was starving. And I suggest you get up because I am making you go to the grocery store to buy some milk because yours was all chunky and gross, and I ruined the cereal and had to eat Pringles and…"
Matt groaned and pulled the covers around his body again. "You can live without milk for right now. I'm not going to the store."
"Yes, you are. If I don't have my cereal in the morning then it just isn't right, and I can't eat Frosted Flakes without milk. So either you get milk or you get a different type of cereal. Either way, you go to the store."
"No."
"Fine." Davis shrugged and leaned back against the headboard. "Then I'll just bother you until you do go. And trust me, I can be a real bitch when I want to."
Matt groaned even louder this time but didn't reply.
"I'm taking a shower now, and when I come out you had better be up and ready to take your shower so you and I can go get some edible food."
He slid off the bed and began to walk out of the room before Matt lifted his head out of the blankets, a frown on his face.
"You are not my father."
"I know," Davis called over his shoulder. He paused just outside of the door and leaned back in, gesturing towards the dresser. "By the way, Ishida, nice panties you got in there."
And he left, leaving the blond to blink in confusion behind him. Nice panties…what? He glared at the still-open drawer and his eyes widened as it fell into place.
"DAVIS!!"
* * * * *
"You get really pissy when we're in a car, you know that?"
There was no response, just a tighter grip on the steering wheel.
"You're not speaking to me, are you?"
Matt nearly snorted out loud. The kid was just now figuring this out? Man, he was slow.
"Oh come on, Matt, I already apologized. Talk to me already."
Silence.
"Ok, how about just one word? Just a little bit?"
Nothing.
"Dammit, Matt, say something. Anything! I honestly don't care what it is, just as long as you speak to me!"
"I hate you."
Davis smiled sweetly with relief. "God bless you, Ishida."
He ground his teeth together and glared at the car in front of him. "You had no right to go through my stuff at all."
"Why not? You went through mine," the brunette answered evenly.
"That was different. Your bag was making weird noises. I was afraid there was a bomb or something in it!"
Davis grinned stupidly. "Aw, you were worried about me. How sweet!"
He spared him a look and then rolled his eyes. "Not quite."
"I am sorry, you know," he muttered, sobering up a little.
The older boy sighed as he pulled into the parking lot of the nearest grocery store. "Yeah, I know."
"So we're speaking again?"
"Mmhm."
"Good."
Matt frowned once again as he parked the car, although this time he wasn't really sure why he did it. "Come on. I figure as long as we're here I'd do all the grocery shopping that we need."
Davis shrugged as he shut the car door. "Whatever. As long as I get my cereal in the morning, I don't care what we do."
The musician sighed loudly as he watched the bustle of people inside the store getting carts. "God, I hate grocery stores."
"Must you always look on the dark side of things?"
"Well a fine pessimist I'd be if I didn't." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes momentarily. "Let's get this over with."
And with that, they both made their way into the store.
One hour (and one cart with a crooked wheel, two incidents in the canned food isle, one accident in the frozen dinners, three moments of breaking out into commercial jingles in the bread section, one imitation of Britney Spears starring Davis and two cantaloupes, ten minutes deciding between Lucky Charms and Cocoa Puffs, and thirty minutes in line with Davis chattering about something or other the whole time) later, they were ready to leave.
And strangely enough, Matt felt better than he'd felt in a while.
* * * * *
"You look pregnant."
All movement in the room stopped, and two pairs of eyes fell on the brunette. Matt glared at him while his father merely blinked at him, obviously half-asleep after a long days work.
"Excuse me?"
Davis continued to scrutinize the older boy thoroughly, who had decided to change into a navy blue sweatshirt. "You look pregnant. It's the shirt. It's hanging on you funny or something."
"Matt's pregnant?" Mr. Ishida turned his gaze to his son and blinked yet again.
"No, Dad, I'm not," he sighed. "Maybe you should go to bed. You look tired."
The man harrumphed and struggled to look more alert, and failing miserably. In fact, he only succeeded in making himself look more exhausted. After a moment he said, "You know, Matt, you can tell me anything and I won't judge you."
His gaze moved to Matt's stomach and the blond automatically folded his arms.
"Thanks, Dad, but I'm fine. It's not possible for me to be pregnant. Davis was just joking, weren't you Davis?"
The younger boy grinned mischievously. "Long day, huh, Mr. Ishida?"
"Why yes, actually, it was. Let me tell you, when I…"
Matt quickly cut in, sensing a long and boring discourse. "You know, Dad, Davis and I were just about to settle down for a nice George Michael marathon."
"Oh yes," Davis agreed, reaching up to rearrange his goggles with an evil smile. "George Michael in videos wearing boots and tight pants…Care to join us?"
He blinked, almost as though he wasn't too sure if they were telling the truth, and then stood. "Actually, I am pretty tired. And I need to get up early in the morning."
"Are you sure, Mr. Ishida?" Davis persisted. "Afterwards we're going to have a nice round of show tunes."
"No, thank you," he replied and began to walk back to his bedroom.
"Goodnight, Dad," Matt called after him.
He mumbled a reply and then disappeared around the corner.
The room was silent again, except of course for the television, which continued to blast the Japanese equivalent of "The Price is Right" over its small speakers. The two boys sat completely still, one glaring and the other pretending not to notice that he was the subject of that glare.
"I hate you."
Two times in one day, that had to be a record.
Davis frowned, although he didn't avert his eyes from the mind-numbing program. "Why? I didn't do anything."
"Yes, you did. You existed."
"Well excuse me for living." He rolled his eyes and shot Matt a look. "So why is it that my existence makes you hate me again?"
The blond exhaled loudly and gazed down at his stomach. "Do you really think I look pregnant?"
He froze for a second before turning away from the TV to look at his friend. "I honestly don't think it's possible for you to look pregnant, Ishida. Although that shirt does make you look less like a damn stick person and more like a human."
"So you don't think I'm fat?"
Davis laughed. "No. I swear, Matt, you are such a girl sometimes."
"What was that?"
"I said, 'You are the man, Matt.'"
He grinned widely. "That's what I thought." He looked down again and frowned. "I'm changing my shirt."
"Whatever."
"Then I think I'm going to mess around on my guitar for an hour or so."
"Whatever."
"Yep, then I'm going to bed."
"Whatever."
Matt turned on his heels, about to head back to his room, before he stopped dead in his tracks. "Oh my God. It's only the second day and I'm starting to sound like you."
Davis wrinkled his nose. "And I'm starting to sound like you."
Their eyes met, and they both shuddered.
"This is going to be a long week," Matt said, pushing his hair away from his eyes and continuing back to his room.
Davis merely grinned.