Living

Chapter 17: Saturday

I'm a bit tired, but I live for your comments.
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Today is Saturday.

Books likes Saturdays.

Saturdays meant he could hang out with his friends at the skatepark or the mall. Sometimes they'd even go to the park.

However, Snipe had a date with Newby, and Boots needed to prepare for something, which left Books and Les.

Plus Albert and Elmer.

Books woke up that morning, earlier than Les. He always hated how much of an early bird- early bird being used very loosely, seeing as it's almost 11:30am- he was, but sometimes it was worth it. For example, watching Les sleep.

There was something so compelling about watching his boyfriend look so peaceful. Maybe it's because of all the rush he knows Les has been going through, especially since he might have just found out he likes boys the same way he liked girls.

Did we rush? Books frowned at Les' soft smile. Is he okay?

Les shifted, snuggling into the blanket. The night before, he took the entire blanket and Books had to fight him for it unconsciously. That would explain why he's so tired.

Les chuckled, his eyes still closed. "Watching people while they sleep is weird."

Books blushed and looked away. "I'm sorry. You...you're just really pretty."

Les chuckled, sitting up. "I know."

They laughed and got out of Books' bed. They walked out of the room and to the kitchen, seeing a flustered Elmer and a smirking Albert sitting at the table, toast in front of them. Elmer looked up and sighed. "My mini saviors!"

Les and Books chuckled before walking into the kitchen, Books grabbing the cereal. He grabbed a bowl and looked at Les, who nodded in response. He grabbed another.

Albert and Elmer glanced at each other, smiling. Books poured the milk in the bowls after the cereal- like you're supposed to- and grabbed two spoons, handing one to Les.

"Thank you", the younger says, grabbing his bowl. Books shrugged.

"You don't have to say "thank you."

"Yes, I do. It's polite."

"Do I seem polite?"

"Compared to your brother? Yes. To Boots? Not really."

Albert furrowed his brows and looked at Les. "What the hell does that mean?"

Les shrugged, smirking. "Whatever you want."

Elmer giggled quietly, hiding them behind his hand. Books stared lovingly at Les, stuffing cereal into his mouth.

"What do you know about polite anyway?"Albert glares at Les playfully. "You's a kid."

"My mom used to force me to go to these programs that taught you etiquette, or whatever", Les says, a fond smile on his face. "I hated them, but it was fun now that I'm looking back on them."

Because we would talk before she dropped me off. "So? What's that got to do with anythin'?"

Elmer patted his boyfriend's shoulder. He rolled his eyes at the boys, causing them to laugh quietly. "We were thinkin' of takin' you guys out somewhere."

Albert perks up. "Oh, yeah! What do you guys wanna do today? I would prefer to stay home all day, but Elmer here-"

"No, wait. YOU said you wanted to take your brother and his boyfriend somewhere."