Highly Unlikely [BxB]

CHAPTER THREE

Escapades At Family Parties

               When my mom began preparing for a party, she either started the day before or at the ass crack of dawn, even if the party didn't start till it was dusk.

I couldn't hear much of what she was trying to say because normal human beings didn't really get up at this time. My eyes were in full agreement as they too, refused to open fully.

The sun was barely up and there she was, standing at my door in her white morning gown and headband, trying to get me awake.

There was nothing I could do to convince my parents to give me the keys to my room. It was even out of the question, on top of that, I had to put up with such disrespect.

"Go away mom!" I groaned.

I did not sign up for this, and besides, it's her party, I didn't know why she had to pull me into it. I always got annoyed when my sleep was interrupted. Sleep is essential, sacred even. The sooner adults understood that, the better.

"Get off that bed Jules!" She said, having no regard whatsoever for my wishes. "We'll have breakfast first, then start. I'll be waiting downstairs, I need your help with everything."

She didn't need my help with anything and she knew it. All she had to do was just say the word and any number of men she wanted would come to put everything in their place. But this was another one of those bonding times and getting to know her son better as she put it.

I wondered if the world would crumble if she ever asked me what I wanted to do for a change. Like 'hey Jules, what do you want to do today?' 'Gee mom, glad you asked. Let's go for a drive and stop at random places and take absurd pictures together, not wake up at fucking three in the morning for party decorations'.

Fine, it wasn't three in the morning but that could never happen. As far as I knew, my mother had a reputation to keep and not even her son would get in the way of that.

I calmed down after grabbing my phone, it immediately flashed to life and Groot appeared on the Lock Screen.

I sighed deeply.

I knew that I didn't really mind helping, but sleep was not something I liked to sacrifice. If someone ever understood that, they could have me forever.

I dragged myself to a sitting position and released an exasperated breath then got off the bed.

My room was just like any other teenager's room I'd been in; huge with a little clutter.

               I went in the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Pausing, I stared at myself for a few seconds. Sleep lines on one side, my brown hair in a fierce rebellion against gravity and the green that looked back at me appeared so dull I hated it all the more.