Friday Night Midnights

7 fricken AM

** Ryder's POV **

"RYDER!" Oh god. Is it school? Am I late? Is the house on fire? Is someone dead? Am I dead? Did I sleep outside? Ok. I'm in bed and I don't smell smoke. It's Saturday. So unless someone is dead, why the hell am I being yelled at to get up? And even if someone was dead why would they yell at me. Not like I can do anything about it now and wouldn't it be better if I was you know, not tired, if someone died? God. How did this get so morbid?

"Ya!" Maybe it's time to yell back. Don't know how long I was in my head for. I do that a lot. Escape into my own head. Now I'm talking to myself. Great. Maybe I really do need to see a shrink or something.

"Breakfast! And we have a surprise for you!" So Heidi's the one yelling at me. Great. Love ya too sis. 

"Coming!" I will do literally anything for food. Getting out of bed and throwing on sweats so I at least look like I don't sleep with only boxers (although I usually do) I head downstairs to be met by the site of stacks of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and french toast. Mom went overboard this morning. Perfect. 

"Ryder!" Why is mom yelling at me now? I'm downstairs aren't I? Maybe I really am dead.

"Ya mom?" I'm tired of this already and I just woke up. This is gonna be a long day. 

"Look who's here." I can tell she's smirking. Why is she smirking? Loading up my plate with everything mom cooked and drenching the pancakes in maple syrup I finally turn around to see who's here. 

"Shit. Sorry. Hi." Can I sound like anymore of an idiot?

"Uh, hi!" I can see her eyes roam down to my stomach. I forgot I'm not wearing a shirt!

"Can you give me one sec? Thanks." Putting my plate on the table I run upstairs. Shit. Shit. Shit. Why the hell is Rebecca in my house at 8am? Actually. What time is it? Checking my phone I see it's 7am. Even better. Why the hell is Rebecca in my house at 7am? Opening up my drawer and grabbing the first shirt I see, I throw it on and run back downstairs to grace the female family members who supposedly love me. 

"Much better Ryder. No one wants to see all that." Heidi smirks and points at me as she says it. Then glances to Rebecca and as I follow her gaze, I see a slight pink on Rebecca's cheeks. Huh. Maybe I shouldn't have put a shirt on. 

"So... Rebecca... uh what exactly are you doing here at 7am?" Trying not to sound rude here, but I mean. It's 7 fricken am. 

"Ryder! Since when do you speak to guests like that?" Wow. I've never heard mom sound so formal. It's weird. When I look to Heidi, I can tell she's thinking the same thing.

"Sorry mom. Not trying to be rude. Just wonderin."

"No. It's fine Mrs Hill. Um I was just wondering if you would like to play football sometime? I heard you outside last night and I don't know. Might be more fun with someone else? Totally up to you." Rebecca plays football????

"You play football?" I must sound surprised cause mom gives me a dirty look. What?! How am I supposed to just know this stuff.