He's Worth It ~ Lams (COMPLETE)

Day One

I'm only publishing this cause I wrote it a while ago

Edited

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It's Tuesday. Why does it have to be a Tuesday?

I groan and instinctively reach for my phone, my heart sinking when I realize that Lafayette deleted Spotify last night. I throw my phone on the carpet angrily and drag my hands down my face, rubbing at the corners of my sleepy eyes. I am so not ready for today.

"COME ON ALEXANDER! IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP!" Lafayette screeches like a maniac from my doorway like he always does. Usually, the music mutes his voice from a 10 down to at least a five and a half, but now it's going to be at a full 10 for seven whole days and my now-busted eardrums are not used to it.

"Lafayette... shhhh," I say slowly, and he waves his hand.

"WOAH YOU CAN FINALLY HEAR ME!" He continues to scream, and I shove my fingers in my ears.

"And I can hear that you're screaming bloody murder at 6:30 in the morning," I respond.

"Whatever. Come on, go get ready for school." Lafayette ushers me out of my bedroom faster than I was able to wake up fully. It feels so strange not to have something in my ears. It's almost like phantom earbuds.

"Why do you always insist on waking me up at six when it takes both of us a combined time of half an hour to get ready?" I insist, my words coming out as one big jumbled mess due to the toothbrush in my mouth.

"So I can get to school early and hang out with people I don't have classes with. I have a life, you know. Maybe, since you're music free for the next week, you should come with me instead of being a hermit in the library," He says, making me glower. I like being a hermit, I think to myself.

"Whatever floats your boat, Laf. I have no idea what I'm doing." I run my toothbrush under the cold tap water and tap it against the sink a few times. He suddenly wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me confusedly into his side.

"It is my job to help lost souls like you," He exclaims, both of us looking in the mirror at each other. "Now come, my apprentice, and I shall teach you the ways of the people!" I sigh at his dramatics and return to my own mirror.

He pulls me through to the kitchen where he practically throws an apple at me. George and Martha are not awake yet, per the normal at 6:30 in the morning on a Tuesday, but it doesn't seem to bother their sleep schedule when Lafayette closes cabinets like people do with car doors: unnecessarily hard. I'm only just now noticing how deafening he is in general.

This day is already heading down the path of absolute chaos.

"You are literally all over the place, Lafayette," I say, beginning to brew myself a cup of coffee. He shrugs happily and downs a bowl of cereal, taking his ADHD pill soon afterward.

"That's why I have these." He shakes the pill bottle and slides it back into the medicine cabinet, dropping his ceramic bowl in the deep sink with an unholy clatter and grabbing the keys to his car. "I'll meet you in the car, be ready in five minutes or I won't hesitate to drag you there myself." I give him a thumbs up and he leaves me in the kitchen and the early morning light. You know, the kind where it's dark and light at the same time? It filters through the windows and the farmhouse-style hen curtains that sit in the kitchen. I can hear birds chirping and the sound of the coffee brewing into my travel mug. I can hear the sounds that my socks make when I shuffle my feet aimlessly around the room. It's a whole new experience, but it's the same exact routine that I do every day. My mind starts to have somewhat of an existential crisis as it's trying to figure out what to do with this new layer to the environment.