I always loved Saturday mornings. It was one of the few days I could sleep in and not have to worry about doing anything all day. This morning was different though. I heard a loud thud and something shattering soon afterwards. I jolted up and ran to the kitchen in an old band T-shirt and washed out boxers. "What happened?!" I asked, blood rushing to my head from getting up too fast.

Maurice was sprawled on the roll laughing while Roger stood over him with a pillow tight in his grip. Roger looked up, his face contorted in a scowl. "You say one word about this being a pillow fight and I will smother you with this." He growled, shaking the pillow as effaces.

I raised my eyebrow then looked to Maurice. He was unarmed, but did not seem to care. "What is he doing her so early?" I asked the brunette, who was imitating a tacky rug.

Maurice stopped giggling enough to actually look at me. "He stayed the night last night." He then gave me a questioned look. "Didn't you know that?" Maurice asked, to which I shook my head. "Oh, but yeah he did and we..."

"I don't want to know!" I cut him off covering my ears and making my way to the kitchen. The sound of Roger hitting Maurice with the pillow, not too gently I might add, came from the living room. Maurice broke in to another fit of laughter. It made me wonder how we have not been kicked out of this place for noise complaints yet. Digging through the cabinets, I recovered a bowl and went to grab my cereal so I could start the day. I froze when I picked up the box and found it empty. "Who the FUCK ate the last of my cereal!" I screamed, causing all sound coming from the other room to stop. Storming back to the living room, box still in hand, and shot daggers at the two men staring at me, one in shock, the other board. "Well!?"

"Uhhhhh..." Maurice offer. "Roger doesn't like mine so I told him he could have some of yours." I could feel my eye start to twitch. "I didn't know there wasn't that much left." He tried to cover for Roger, but it was too late.

I went up to Roger and got in his face. "You did that to spite me didn't you." There was no question about it, I knew Roger too well.

A smirk spread across his lips. "I don't know what you're talking about." He said mockingly.

I clicked my tongue and slowly nodded. "Right." My voice was calm and I felt Maurice grab a hold of me. He had seen that stance before and he knew that I was about to swing at him.

"C'mon Jack." Maurice offered, holding my hands down. "I'll buy you some more later today. You're just tired and it's not worth starting anything with Roger." He pulled me back to the couch and sat me down. I was still glaring at Roger, who was still smirking at me. "I've got an idea!" Maurice tried breaking any tension that was forming. "Why don't I call Bill and Robert and we all go to the park like we use to when we were in high school!" Maurice shifted his gaze between us. Both of us agreed and I went to change.

We took Roger's car and stopped to get coffee before going to meet up with Bill and Robert. I made Roger pay for my cup as a way to get back at him. When we arrived Robert was already sitting on the bench we use to meet up at. He was dressed in a long winter jacket and jeans tucked in his boots. A scarf was tied loosely around his next and lead up to his rich maroonish brown hair that was styled in a faux hawk.

Maurice ran up behind him, nearly tackling him to the ground. "You still working on getting a mohawk?!" He asked Robert, releasing him.

Robert pushed him away, gaining more distance between them. "Hey! Watch the hair Maurice!" He started messing with it, making sure it was still in place.

"That's part of the reason I'm keeping my head shaved." Bill remarked as he came up behind Roger and I. He wore a knit hat over his exposed head. A regular jacket covered his white shirt and his jeans were rolled up enough to show off his work boots.

Robert brushed off his jacket. "I hope you know how ridiculous you look with it." He commented on Bill's hair, or lack there of. "So why are we all here?" He turned his attention to me.

I shrugged. "Why not? I'll be leaving on vacation in a few days and Maurice thought it would be fun for us all to hang out like old times." I explained, shoving my hands in my pocket.

Robert rolled his light hazel eyes. "What crawled up you butt?" Bill asked looking down at him, seeing as he was taller than the brunette. "You seem really pissy today?"

"Turn that frown upside down!" Maurice exclaimed pulling Robert's cheeks in to a forced smile. "Now you tell big brother Maurice what's the matter." He dragged Robert in an awkward hug. Roger and I gave each other weird looks, both feeling sorry for Robert.

"If I tell you what's wrong will you please let go of me?" He gasped between breaths.

Maurice released the shorter boy, who took a deep, needed breath. "Deal. Now get to singing song bird." He demanded.

"Rebecca broke up with me." Robert said gloomily, staring down at his clean shoes. "Last night after I took her to a movie, she told me that I didn't spend enough time with her. She said she deserved a man who would be willing to drop everything and run to her." A bitter look came across his face.

"Sounds like she wants a little bitch to boss around." Roger injected. Everyone seemed to hold their breath, waiting for him to say something unconstructive. Not that he means to do it, just he does not take people's feelings in to consideration. "Honestly, I don't see why she dumped you." And there it was.

Robert's face flushed. "Are you calling me a bitch!?" He yelled glaring at Roger.

"That's not what he meant, Rob." Bill defended, stepping in front of him. "You know how Roger can get. He's slow when it comes to emotions."

"Wow Roger, you're just on a roll today." I commented, watching Maurice back Bill up and try to cheer Robert up. "You want to call Simon up and see if you can get him to cry while you're at it?" I asked sarcastically. Roger just flipped me off.

"Can we just forget all the bad shit going on in our lives and actually get to hanging out like we use to?" Bill asked already sounding exhausted, but that could just be from him working last night.

"I full heartedly agree!" Maurice clapped his hands together. "Who wants to feed the ducks?" He sounded like an adult talking to a group of little kids. We all gave him odd looks, before leaving him standing there as we headed to the playground. "Hey guys! Wait up!" Maurice yelled behind us.

A/N: This chapter is a bit of a filler and a few more after it might be too. I know I'm dragging everything out before the trip, but I promise I will get to it! Don't give up on my yet!

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