Hey It's not like you've ever tried to stay Sometimes it seems like I'm in your way Well, that's how it seems Hey You know what I mean?
Seems like I care too much When I'm all alone, oh no Feel like I care too much When no one's at home for me Feel like I'm falling out Well, that's how it seems I think that I'm falling out You know what I mean?
YOT CLUB / YKWIM?
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"Get up. Now."
A sudden freezing cold feeling shot through George's body as his duvet was pulled away from him, causing the teen to bring his knees to his chest.
"Too early." he mumbled as a figure stood above him, arms crossed as Oliver stared down at his friend. "Oh, yeah? Really?" he asked, well, mocked, "Sucks, doesn't it?" he added as his friend groaned, trying to snatch the duvet back, but only managing to miss and smack himself in the head.
"Get up." Oliver repeated, "Right now, George. I'm serious." he said, said seriousness evident in his voice. Despite his wish to stay in bed longer, George complied, throwing his legs over the side of the bed as his feet touched the cold floor. His hand rubbed his nose that he oh so violently, though accidentally, smacked.
"Fine." the brunette boy mumbled, "What's all this about, then?" he finally asked, rubbing his tired eyes as Oliver rummaged through the closet, throwing random clothes at him.
"We're going to the market." the blonde simply said, "Now put that on." he said sternly, as George struggled to pull his sweater over his head. "The market?" the brunette asked, voice muffled under the sweater, the blonde simply ignored him as he walked towards the door.
"And hurry up." Oliver added, before exiting the room. With a sigh, George rolled his eyes as he got up to his feet, taking the first pair of pants he saw before running out of the room and after his friend.
"What's got your knickers in a twist today, eh?" George asked as he hopped through the corridor, trying to keep up with his friend and put his pants on at the same time. "Stop being annoying and just get ready." Oliver replied, not looking back as he continued down the hall.
"Well I would simply like to know what I'm getting ready for." George sassed, "Because it's the crack of fucking dawn, and I just happened to have an amazing dream where an Egyptian goddess fed me grapes and fanned me with her nice little palm leaf - and you interrupted it." he explained as Oliver let out a laugh.
"Yeah? How many times have you interrupted my sleep, huh?" the blonde asked, still not turning back as they now rushed down the stairs, George gripping the railing as he zipped up his pants and tucked his undershirt in.
