The next day was crazy.
Connor explained to me how his parents went to Church every Sunday morning, so they should be expecting him after. He didn't know where his dad was, but he figured it had something to do with his work. Connor told me that we should leave at around one so that we don't show up too early, but still have time to get his stuff.
So why did we wake up before eight on a weekend morning? I have no clue. I guess it had something to do with how much it hurt to sleep with a swollen jaw. I usually sleep facing my left, and that is the side my bruise was on, so it was awkward and uncomfortable the entire night. Connor probably woke up after I did. Let's just say I am not the quietest during my morning stretches.
Connor and I decided to go down to the kitchen to get some food, seeing that both of us were starving. We got up from our beds, and raced each other down the stairs. I had to remind Connor not to scream because my family was sleeping. The only response I earned from him was a cute giggle. I might not be a morning person, but there was something about that morning. It was like an atmosphere that guaranteed that despite all the negative things going on, everything would be alright. It was the calm before the storm.
When we arrived at the kitchen, I instantly looked in the pantry to find food. "Dammit! We are out of cereal," I whined. I tried to keep my volume low, but it was hard because we were missing a fundamental member of the pantry. Connor was sitting on a chair behind our island counter. He laughed dryly, causing me to look over my shoulder and glare it him. He glared back for a bit. Thanks to acting classes, I was well taught in the act of never falling out of character. Soon, it became obvious that he was unable to beat me, so he look down and scoffed.
Not even five minutes later, little ol' Tyde came strolling down the stairs. "Okay, I don't know who was the one being loud, but you guys woke me up," He whined. He was only wearing a big shirt and boxers, leaving the sight of his bare legs burning holes in our retinas. He was squinting and yawning, which left me to conclude that he was still very tired.
"Yeah, Connor," I teased, laughing. He gave a little giggle, too. He was obviously tired both physically, mentally, and emotionally, so creds to him for even having a little bit of an optimistic side. Had I been in his role, I would've been down in the dumps by that time.
"What are you making for breakfast, brother dear?" I heard Tyde say once he was sitting down in the seat next to Connor.
"Nothing for you," I scoffed. I glared at Tyde. It was completely jokingly, of course, but I am not sure Tyde realized that.
"You are making some for Connor and you, why not me?" He challenged. Tyde has always been an annoying little bitch. We usually get along well with each other, but if there is one thing I cannot stand about him, it is how he always persuades me into making him food. His most common excuse is, "But you are already up and making one for yourself!" For whatever reason, I can never ignore him when he makes excuses like that.
Tyde started to rub his eyes excessively to get all the sleep out. When he was done, he opened his eyes and looked at me again. I noticed his eyes widen, and he stared at me in shock. "Connor, where the hell did my brother get that huge bruise from?" He asked, pealing his vision away from me to look at Connor. After giving him a glance, Tyde looked back over at me. He blinked in disbelief.
"Caspar," I said without further explanation. Tyde knows what a dick Caspar Lee is; I've told him multiple times before. I was lucky that I was actually quite close with all of my family members (aside from Jagga) because they knew about all of my problems.
Tyde nodded and went back to his sleepy state. "What a fucken stuck up," He mumbled, addressing Caspar. Connor and I both raised an eyebrow at him. He looked up and saw our disappointed stares. "Sorry, what a mean person," Tyde added with annoyed sarcasm. I rolled my eyes at this, and Connor laughed.

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Far From Perfect || Tronnor
Fanfiction"Don't let this one bad thing wear you down, because someday this will make you stronger." AU || Tronnor || written by cyclebabies || © All Rights Reserved