He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 102: Good Morning

[A/N] I'm back home now so the weird update timings should wind down. Feels good to be back. The flight back was 15 hours....

"Good morning Gift." I yawned, rubbing my eyes tiredly as I climbed out of bed, seeing him brushing his teeth already in the bathroom.

"Why don't you wake up when I wake you up?" He complained. "You have school, do you not go to school?"

I groaned, stretching as I looked away to face my bookshelf, still too tired for this. "I did wake up..."

"If waking up is closing your eyes and going under the covers then you have been awake a long time." He nodded, glancing at me as he pulled out his almost surgical looking shaving kit. I'd never known a guy to need as many things as him to shave themselves but fair on him because he did manage to make himself look cleanshaven.

"I got up." I grumbled.

I didn't get up. But I also wasn't totally asleep. The first time he woke me up I was just too tired to open my eyes, the second and third time too. Gift was demanding.

Checking the time I scowled at him. It wasn't even close to the time I needed to leave, even if I was being generous.

"Why am I up at six!" I complained, switching my shirt for a dry one as I climbed out of bed. It was hot at night these days, worse with a second person in the bed even if he seemed to leave the covers to me. 

"Six is when grown people wake up. When are you waking up!" He turned to me, finger pointed. "Why are you still in bed at six?"

I scratched my head and ran my hands over my face. "Because school starts at eight thirty... what am I supposed to do for two and half hours?" I frowned.

"Get washed. Get dressed. Eat breakfast." He snapped, turning back to the mirror.

I tutted, getting up, wiping my hands over my sweatpants. "Auntie's soul has taken you over huh." I grumbled.

To be fair to me, my aunt behaved exactly like this. It was nothing but complaints in the morning, bad posture, bad breath, need a haircut, you haven't washed here and there well enough. 

I'd learnt not to talk back staying at my aunt's place. Aunt and uncle's, but my uncle said nothing and just sat and drank his coffee while she told us off in the morning over breakfast.

But it was still preferable to staying at my grandparents house because they weren't as rich as them, they lived in a more rural area and while the lack of amenities as we know it, didn't bother me in the slightest, the way the heat pounded into the rooms was stifling and the sheer lack of things to do drove me mad, no Wi-Fi at my grandparents and an hour walk to the nearest computer café.

The difference was massive, Gift had grown up in a house with a piano and a chandelier and fancy furniture. It wasn't even like they made more than my mom and dad but their place was decked out. He probably thought this place looked like a shed.

Cleaned up I headed downstairs still drying my hair from the shower, having brushed my teeth, and found the table laid like one of those American breakfasts.

"Wow..." I mumbled walking in.

He ignored me as he pushed a bowl of Jok in front of me, steaming and smelling too good for anything cooked in this house while my parents weren't home. 

There was an egg and some green onions visible in the rice broth and I sat down slowly in my chair, watching him return with some orange juice I didn't buy that he set down on the table.