Morning routine
Every time Ikes parents were out Filmore – being nice friend, which honestly was bullshit, somehow got to stay over. Some 'stuff' would happen and Ike would wake up in awful mood with Filmore smirking at him. He hated those smirks.
Canadian didn't really remember how it all started. But it did and now he got shirtless Filmore smoking in his bedroom window.
"Don't smoke here my mom will kill us if she smells it." Ike mumbles sitting up. His whole body hurt – as usually. On other hand Filmore just asked.
"She's some kind of tracking dog?" he joked but throwing cigarette out anyway.
"You'd be surprised how good she is at finding stuff you don't want her to find. And I don't want repeat from when Kyle moved out." Canadian said stretching.
"Sometimes she's worst discriminator than your bros boyfriend." Filmore noted sitting on bed.
"I know." Ike said. "She hadn't even talked to Kyle since that affray." he sighed. "But seriously never ever smoke here again, I won't be able to calm her down with chemistry project again." he warned lightly punching other teen.
"I'm almost an adult, I'll do whatever I want." Filmore protested.
"But not in my room. At least as long as I live with my parents." Ike added furrowing his eyebrows.
"It won't be long anyway."
"And remember that I'm two years younger than you. If mom finds out about us she may accuse you of paedophilia." Ike noted.
"She should know that you like older people. Remember that teacher from kindergarten?" Filmore said smiling.
"No, I don't." Ike lied lying back down. "Now let me sleep. It's like fucking one in the morning." he added rolling away from other.
"Okay. But don't blame me if your mom finds us cuddling one of those days.
"She's back tomorrow. We still have whole day." Canadian noted.
"It's just warning for future, honey."
"Don't call me this. Let's hope I'll move out before she finds out."