The next day Troy got up, his arm aching painfully. "Ah…" he groaned as he sat up. It had been quite awhile since Troy had been forced to wear a cast. He was eleven the last time he had broken his arm and it was much worse that time. But still, he was in a tremendously uncomfortable. He slowly got to his feet as he ambled down the stairs. His mom was waiting at the bottom, looking through the mail.
"How're you feeling this morning, Troy?" she asked, hugging him good morning.
"My arm is just a little tight. It feels like every muscle in my arm is as taught as a rubber band…" Troy moseyed into the kitchen, seeing his dad flipping pancakes on the stove. "Mmmm… pancakes…"
His father laughed as he started to make a stack on the plate next to him. "I hope you're hungry, because I made a lot of batter." Mr. Bolton put the plate of three in front of Troy and set the syrup and butter by his good arm. "Hope you enjoy that, son," he said returning to his task at the stove.
"Are these safe to eat?" Troy smirked. "I dunno if I want to go back to the hospital, Dad."
Mr. Bolton glared at him, "And what is so bad about my cooking young man?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"You burned a frozen pizza! That gives me reason to worry… I mean this is a little bit different than turning on the oven and setting the timer. You actually have to do something for this one to workout… yikes," he chuckled poking at the pancakes with his fork.
"Hey, I can do pancakes." Troy gave him a doubtful look. "Would you just eat them instead of mocking me?" he asked chuckling lightly. Troy cautiously cut into the pancakes as he slowly inched a piece towards his mouth. He started to chew and was surprised that it wasn't bad… at all.
"Wow… I didn't know you could make pancakes like this, Mom is usually the one who makes all the pancakes around here." Troy started to spread the syrup and the butter over his pancakes as his dad rolled his eyes at him.
"What are your plans for today, Troy?" his mom asked walking into the kitchen. "And did you run tests on those pancakes before eating them, honey?" she asked grinning at her husband.
"Why does everyone think I can't cook pancakes?" he exclaimed in confusion. Mrs. Bolton kissed his cheek as she grabbed a plate of her own.
"I'm probably gonna hang out with Chad, maybe head towards the mall or something. I'm not quite sure right now. I just want to get out," Troy said with a grin. "I may have to call Chad up to see if he's available…" he said mostly to himself. Troy finished his pancakes quickly and slowly made his way up the stairs; he was still a little woozy from the drugs and didn't want to take any chances with falling down the stairs. He grabbed his cell phone from his nightstand, dialing Chad's number.
"Hey Troy! How're you feeling this morning?" Chad's overly cheerful voice asked. This made Troy chuckle a bit, but he tried to cover it the best he could.
"Someone is still in a good mood…" he said smirking. He heard grumbles on the other end of the phone, but decided that he would be better off just ignoring whatever Chad may have been saying. "So do you have any plans for today?" he asked cutting Chad off from his self-pity.
There was a pause on the other end of the line, "Yea, I think I'm free today…" Chad told him as if he was squeezing him into his already packed schedule. "How does picking you up around noon sound?"
"That sounds great. I should probably call Gabi, and I'll leave it to you to call your own girlfriend," Troy said laughing again.
"Now that I can do, my friend. I'll see you in a few hours, Troy!" Chad said hanging up the phone. Troy put his phone back down on night stand, only to start ringing right as he let go of it. He fumbled for it, quickly opening it and seeing Gabi's face. Well that was too easy… Troy thought to himself, hitting send and putting the phone to his ear. "How are you this morning, Ms. Montez?" Troy greeted.
"Pretty good, Mr. Bolton. How're you feeling?" she asked worriedly.
"Just a little sore, nothing to worry about, Gabi. Listen, Chad and I are going out today and I was wondering if you'd like to come with us. Taylor should be there too… as long as Chad didn't screw up his end of the plan."
Troy heard a squeal on the other side of the line as he pulled it away from his ear. "Gabi, warn me when you do that," he said chuckling.
"Of course!" she shouted. Troy moved the phone away from his head blinking a few times and shaking his head clear.
He got his wits about him and started talking again. "Great, Chad and I will pick you up around 12:30."
"Sounds great! I'll see you then," she said hanging up the phone.
Troy was setting down the phone again when it rang again. "What is it with these people!" Troy said to no one in particular. He opened the phone, placing it by his head again. "Hello?" he asked not recognizing the number.
"Hey, Troy," Taylor's voice greeted from the other end. "How does your arm feel this morning?"
"Fairly good. Did Chad get ahold of you?" Troy asked scratching his head, doubting that Chad actually called his own girlfriend.
"No… was he supposed to?" she asked in a confused tone.
Troy laughed lightly, "Yea, we're going out today and he was going to invite you, but I guess that now I am." Troy rolled his eyes, it was typical Chad to forget what he was supposed to do, or at least not do it right away.
"Yea, what time?" Taylor asked.
"We have to pick up Gabi first, so be ready around 12:35 or so. Actually… on second thought… with Chad driving, you better be ready a little bit early. He is known to fly on weekends," he said smirking.
"I'll keep that in mind," Taylor said laughing softly. "See ya in a few hours," she said.
"See ya," Troy told her hanging up his phone.
Troy set the phone down and walked towards his bathroom only to hear it ring again. "Good God!" he said walking back to the table and picking up the phone. "Yea, did you talk to Taylor, Troy?" Chad's voice asked.
"Yea, since you apparently forgot."
"No, I was hungry, so I got something to eat. I was going to call after I was done had she not called me first."
"You're totally worthless, you know that right?" Troy kidded.
"Well that's a given. I'll talk to you later, man."
"See ya." Troy hung up the phone for what seemed like the thousandth time as he walked towards the bathroom. Yet again the phone rang. He picked it up and reared back to throw it out the window, but thought better of it. "What's up, Jason?" Troy asked, trying to suppress the agitation that he was feeling at that point in time.
"Yea, Troy… I need help… I want to ask Kelsi out, but I don't know how…" he said quite timidly.
"Just ask her, unless you want to get all romantic and leave like a trail of notes for her…" he chuckled.
"Hey that's a good idea…" he said mostly to himself. "I'll talk to you later man!" Before Troy could say anything else, Jason hung up on him. Troy sat the phone down again and walked back towards the bathroom. He hesitated, and then turned around, thinking it better to turn off his phone; he already had an ear ache. He quickly hit the power button and slipped back into the bathroom. He pulled the rubber sleeve the hospital provided over his cast. He turned on the water and stripped his clothes off as he slowly stepped into the downpour. In fifteen minutes, Troy was out of the shower and all dried off. He looked out his bathroom into his room and saw that it was 11:30. He quickly pulled on a pair of boxers as he rushed around the room trying to find something to wear.
At exactly 12:00, Chad was outside honking his horn. Troy was bending over trying to tie his shoes with one hand with little success. Leave it to Chad to be on time to pick me up when I'm having some trouble, but never on time for anything else. Troy finally got his shoes tied as he headed downstairs. He shoved his wallet, phone, and keys into his pockets as he walked down the stairs. "I'm leavin' Mom! Call the cell if you need me!" he yelled back as he walked out the door towards Chad's SUV. He hopped in and they were on their way to Gabi's house.
(A/N) Sorry about the wait guys, my schedule has been very hectic. I hope you guys liked that chapter. If you have any ideas you'd like me to include don't be afraid to leave them in a review or private message me or something; you will also be credited before the chapter that the idea came from. Thanks for all the support guys! I solemnly swear I am up to no good!
-Honos