Skater boy (DNF)

-four-

The brunet is frightened awake by the obnoxious alarm coming from his phone, signifying that it was nine thirty.

George moans and sits up, smacking his lips. He grabs his phone off the nightstand and clicks stop on the blaring alarm.

He sighs. The smaller lays back down in the bed, eyes open thinking about what he could wear. If they were going to the aquarium then he should wear something more casual.

The brunet sighs again, and sits back up. He pulls the cover back and puts his feet onto his soft, blue carpet.

His phone rings again. "What?" He says aloud as he picks it back up.

Incoming Call from Karl

He clicks accept. "Hello?" George says. "Good, you're awake. I was gonna spam call you until you woke up. We are ahead of schedule, so I'm gonna be there in fifteen minutes. Be ready." Karl bombards the smaller with a lot of information considering that he just woke up.

"Yeah, I'm getting dressed right now." The older says, smacking his lips again.

"Wear something decent." The taller brunet says before the end of call sound clicks through the shorter's ears.

He sighs and puts his phone back on the nightstand. The smaller stands up and stretches his arms into the air yawning.

His eyes scan the room again, and this time he knows exactly what he's gonna wear, gaze landing on some knee high black socks.

He smirks, picking them up, and after rummaging around the room, he has a thigh length black skirt and a white crop top.

He sheds his pajamas and quickly throws on the outfit. He walks over to the corner that holds his mirror and looks at himself, smiling. He really has felt nice about his outfits for the last two outings.

"Perfect." He whispers aloud, walking back to his bed and grabbing his phone. He walks out of his room, thinking of the perfect shoes to wear.

The shorter knows he has some black combat boots that would just complete his outfit.

"Going somewhere?" His mother's voice rings through his ears. "Uh, yeah?" George says, hoping that she's not going to prevent him from going. He looks over at her standing in her doorway, eying him up and down.

"Nice, who are you going with?" She asks. The brunet takes in a deep breath. "Uh, Karl, Nick, Cal, and um, Clay." The smaller boy swallows heavily.

"Clay? Who's that, I haven't met him yet, have I?" She says smiling. She seemed to be in a good mood, so the brunet untensed a bit.

"No, he's uh, new." George says. "Nice. Have fun, but make sure to be back home for dinner, because I feel like you are rarely home any more." She says frowning.

He bit his tongue to refrain from saying; I am home just in my room sleeping

"Yeah, I should be back then." The brunet says. "Good, because we have a guest coming over, so don't be late. So be back around five-thirty." The woman says smiling.

He swallows thickly again. He secretly hoped that the 'guest' wasn't going to be his father.

"Alright." George says.

"Okay, have fun." She says, her voice dripping with sweetness. The brunet quickly walks down the hall further and into the bathroom. He looks at himself in the mirror.

He grabs the brush that lays idly on the counter. He runs it through his hair quickly, content with his work, he puts it back down and runs out of the bathroom, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.