Freckles & Promises (BxB) ✔️

Wednesday | 23rd, September

A/N: the italicized and bold writing is in a different language (in this case, Japanese)

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Wednesday | 23rd, September

Salutations Diary...

Those are getting creative. I don't even know what 'salutations' means. All I know is that one spider from that pig book said it in the morning to that pig. Moving on, today was... eventful, I'll say. Let's talk about it. (Damn I sound like a good mythical morning guy)

First thing in the morning, my mom drags my ass out of bed. Quite literally, too. I had work today after school, so I was a little motivated to get up and do normal human being things because of it. I did all my morning routine things like brushing my teeth and changing and sh...

...ower until the water turned warm before stripping and hopping in. I cleaned myself while giving my shampoo and conditioner bottles a concert at the same time. I'm just talented like that. Bubbles make great stage effects. Getting out, I shut the water off and grabbed my towel. I threw on a change of clothes and shook my head, water droplets flying everywhere. Not bothering to fix the wild mop on my head, I bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Mornin' mother goose," I greeted, popping a slice of bread into the toaster.

"Morning, Sukotto-kun," she replied in our native tongue. I hummed happily, waiting for my toast to be finished.

"I've been meaning to ask you something," my mom started. "Well, a couple things actually. One, how's your story coming along? Two, when can I meet that boy you hang out with all the time?"

I raised an eyebrow, scoffing.

"Okay, we don't hang out all the time. We only hung out, like, twice," I said. She frowned.

"When can I meet him? You know I like knowing your friends. What if he's doing drugs?" she tried to reason. I laughed at the poor attempt.

"I'll ask him next time I see him, alright?" I offered and she smiled, nodding.

"What about your story?" she asked. I tilted my head to the side, walking over to the toaster where my toast was ready and taking it out. I spread a pat of butter on it and took a bite.

"What story?"

"Your book!"

"Huh?"

"Scoot, did you forget already? Our bet?" she reminded.

"Oh! I'm not writing a book!" I said. "It's a diary!"

"Book, diary, same thing!" she said, waving the topic off. I laughed.

"They're really not, but okay," I said, finishing off my breakfast. "It's coming along but I've gotta head to school now! Bye, mom!"

"Bye Sukotto," she yelled. I pulled my shoes on and left the house, walking towards my school building. I arrived and threw the doors open, narrowly missing hitting some kid.

"Oo sorry!" I exclaimed, running past them and immediately to Christian's locker. Surprisingly it was alone. Nobody was even there. I glanced at the time. That's weird. Christian should have been here by now. Did he get sick? Most likely.

"Hey, Scott, do you know where Carson is? I meant Christian, sorry," Theodore said, coming up to me. I raised an eyebrow.

"Carson? That's not even close, how do you- you know what, never mind, call him what you will. By the way, do you know where he is? Is he sick? Is he dying? Oh my gosh is he okay?" I asked.