𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝙵𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛)

Chaotic Primordial {Four}

"A thousand
miles away..."

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I wake the next morning with a start. It's a quick, panicked moment where I gasp and shoot out of my bed then immediately turn to my clock in fear.

Eight fucking thirty? I've missed my entire first period class! Luck is not on my side this morning.

I run to my closet, slipping my clothes on while running around to find my shoes. Somehow, I've managed to brush my teeth and hair all at the same time.

Multi-tasking at its finest? No. Multi-tasking in its most chaotic form.

After flying around my room for those ten minutes, I practically fall down the stairs in my haste to get out of the door. My parents left hours ago, at six thirty to be exact. I have to check myself into school.

I burst into my kitchen like a maniac, my crazed gaze flitting between both of my parents who were obviously waiting for me to walk in based off of their raised eyebrows and confused expressions.

I stare back at them just as confused. They're workaholics, they'd never take a break day— something's off.

"Uh-- what are you guys doing here? Don't you have to work?" I ask, confusion clouding my need to get to Nockfell High for a hot second.

"Honey," My mom giggles, slapping a hand to her mouth to stifle it as much as she can. We may not be the most humorous household, but mornings like this— for example— turn us into a comedic sitcom. "It's Saturday."

Disappointment and relief wash over me all at the same time. I'm disappointed because I won't see my new friends today, but I'm happy that I actually wasn't late to school.

"Oh," I mumble, looking down at myself. I managed to fling on a pair of black jeans, vans, and a Def Leppard band tee. I groan, rolling my eyes and glaring at the ceiling. "I can't believe I forgot."

"It happens," My dad shrugs, waving his coffee cup around like this is a normal occurrence. I scrunch my nose up in playful distaste, and in return, he sends me a sly grin. "So, how was the party with your new friends?" He continues.

My face lights up at the mention of them and I know that I'm about to launch into a full explanation about how great they are. I mean, who wouldn't?

"They're just like me, Dad. It's really awesome. They're super nice, too. You guys would probably love them," I say truthfully.

My parents are like two peas in a pod. My dad was actually in a metal band while I was growing up. My mom, while maintaining her job as a school teacher, is just like my dad-- a hardcore metal head. It's really nice that I turned out the way I did-- we have jam seshes all the time and hour long conversations about new music.

"Larry really likes Sanity's Fall. Oh, and somehow, Sal and I wore the same exact Misfits tee shirt to school yesterday. Ash is really sweet-- she beat me at twister last night. And Todd, he's super smart and funny. It's nice to have friends in general, but I got really lucky meeting them." I smile thoughtfully, blushing when my parents smile back enthusiastically.

They never pushed me to make friends because they understand how uncomfortable it is in certain situations involving certain people. But, they have been worried about me being lonely so they were beyond thrilled when I called yesterday and informed them of my plans.

"I'm really happy to hear that, Lee," My dad states, walking around our kitchen counter to sit next to my mom. "You'll have to bring them over one day."