𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀, 𝐝.𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐝

ooo. prologue

ooo. prologue
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Atlas rolled over in bed, his body bumping into a warmer one. Considering he was often cold when he slept, a warm body next to him was good, great even. One of his eyelids opened and he peeked at the stranger next to him.

"Hey. Dude, wake up." Atlas nudged the man in his bed.

"Honey! Breakfast!" Atlas's mother called out, her loud voice bouncing off the walls. Considering, his hole family had moved to Seattle, they all moved into one house. Atlas wasn't complaining.

Atlas sighed deeply, whoever was laying beside him was not budging. So, Atlas placed a cold hand on the mans shoulder and pushed, letting his body thud to the ground.

"W-what was that for?!" The unknown man spoke from his position on the ground, acting like he had never been pushed off a bed.

Atlas didn't answer as he stumbled around his room looking for an appropriate attire for his first day:

"I have work. worky, work, work." Atlas let his hand be stretched towards the half asleep man on his floor.

The mysterious man clasped his own hand in Atlas before pulling himself up. "I'm Atlas." The said male spoke.

"Derek." The man—Derek—told Atlas before shrugging on his jacket that had been discarded, most likely in the middle of the night.

"Breakfast is ready Derek. Let's eat." Atlas playful shoved the male out of his room.

The two made their way down the stairs and through the hallways to get to the dining room, which was still full of boxes. But that wouldn't stop Atlas's mother from making a big breakfast for her children.

A mug of coffee, and a glass of water were placed in front of Derek. Who Derek assumed was the mother handed him a bottle of Advil. He gave her a curious glance, which she noticed. "For you hangover." She chuckled, her mind drifting back to when her son and whoever the man was drunkenly stumbled through her home at three am.

"Thank you..." Derek trailed off, not knowing the woman's name.

"That's my mother, Lilla." Atlas told Derek, not bothering to look up from the buffet of food in front of him. 

"Thank you, Lilla." Derek said kindly, he meant it too.

"Of course dear! Now please, dig in!" She chirped waving her hand around to signal the group to eat.

Atlas dumped a great amount of food on his plane. Ready to dig in, until the front door clicked and opened.

"Oliver?" Atlas father looked towards his son, who was walking into the dining room.

"S-sorry I'm late." The younger male who wore sunglasses and had shown up late, apologized.

"It's all right son, your here now." Lilla told her youngest son.

Atlas looked down over at Derek and his plate. He could tell Derek felt slight out of place so Atlas nudged his elbow into Derek. "Try the pancakes, and bacon, they're the best you'll ever have." He told Derek.

Derek hesitantly placed the food on his plate. It wasn't that he wasn't hungry, because he was—he was starving. But he felt like a sixteen year old boy who had a sleepover with a friend. Slowly but surly, Derek took a few bites—it wouldn't harm anyone, right?