The buzz of my mobiles' alarm rang through my head. Groaning I rolled onto my front than sat up stark straight, I'd rolled on top of my vibrating phone, opps. Groaning yet again I fell back ward on the bed, feet lying on my pillows then started to get stretched out, starting at my shoulders, Crack. Elbows Crack. Wrists and fingers, Crack! Sighing I planted my feet into the mattress, Crack, and arched up into a crabs bend, CRACK. I sighed in content, all which just meant I was awake now. Still in the crabs bend I pushed off the bed with my feet so I was standing at the end of my bed. Stifling a yawn in reached down and placed my hands flat on the ground, Crack.
Oh, I'd missed one.
Since, what was it three days ago? Both me and my brother have had most of our stuff separated into separate rooms as because at the time we had been packing up we shared a shell shocked room. And a bunk bed, that was basically the source of all mayhem that was in our house.
Turning to look at myself in the mirror I smiled at the mess of my hair. Roxas always wore his hair in bed-head and a tad of gel, I on the other hand woke up and went wherever I needed to, probably still in my pyjamas. I looked down at what were my pyjamas for last night, turning to see most of them mixed between the covers of the bed.
Ten minutes later I was in my uniform, tie loose, check. Teeth brushed, we'll come back to that. Hair undone, check. Boxers on, check. Watch set, 57 58 59 0 1, yup we're good. Shoes on, I looked to my feet, um no. Ok, so there's lefty. Now where's righty gotten off to? Taking a quick glance around my room including under the bed and in the closet, I established that it wasn't here, so it must be somewhere else right. Grabbing my new bag, the other had ripped, I walked out of my room threw the bag down the stairs and continued to the bathroom, hearing the faint sound of my brothers alarm going off. Grabbing my book from the stand by the bathroom I went in and locked the door.
Ten minutes later I was sitting on the edge of the bath, reading, window open and the annoyingly incessant twitter of the birds filtering through to me. And then there was laughter from the outer world. I could identify the owner of each voice now, the one wearing the hat, slightly English accent. One with odd black and silver streaked hair, he spoke with a slightly gangster like tone. There was one with blue hair he didn't talk much but when he did he sort of barked out the words. Another had candyfloss hair like a girl would like and spoke like the girls back home, where the words like thing and thingy are used contently as nouns. And the last one, he seemed to be the leader, didn't talk at all, but he seemed to at times, his lips would move quickly and almost invisibly, and the blue one would nod. The Looking to my watch I checked the time 8:15, they were late.
For the three days that we've been here this group of guys has passed us each day at exactly 8:05, they were all guys. But there was one, at the front, who was a guy I knew that, but was dressed as a girl. How I knew, gay. I according to my brother can sense a hottie within fifty meters. True and I can sense a lesbian at ten, a gay at twenty and a bi at fifteen or so, the rest of the population were just in the sub categories, to be identified – A sexual, and of course straight.
Leaning out the window, I watched as 'she' struggled with all the stuff 'she' was caring. One of the guys behind her should at least help 'her' right? I looked at 'her' again, this 'girl' had been the uncontrollable image of my dreams the last three days. Then rich silver hair, glistening almost like a new ten pence you just don't want to be the one to leave dirt on it. And when I shut my eyes 'she's' still there, and smiling, something I hadn't seen the real one do, yet. I sighed happily again, and picked up my toothbrush in one hand holding open and aloft my book with the other, reading the pages with ease, in three minutes I'd read from page 92 to page 96. And had almost every word memorised.
Nose still buried in the book I walked out of the bathroom, walking, still walking "Going down stairs Sor?" I humed a short yes from behind the book, "Going to put the book down?" Grunted a no, "Can I read it?" I gasped and hid the book behind me, he can't touch it with his unclean hands.
I looked at m y slightly older brother, he had huge pores right now across his nose, he yawned opening his mouth wider and closing it slightly keeping it open, and blurred eyes I inwardly thought for a second and "NO!" He looked slightly surprised but not as much as when I, SLAP. Then ran full speed down it to the kitchen where my mom was waiting to present us with our usually quite burnt breakfast. Roxas following quite closely and skidding to a stop as I went behind mom.
Just one of our families messed up Wednesday mornings.
