Choices of Love (MxMxMxBxB)

Chapter 25: Fall

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Opening my eyes, I blinked blearily a few hundred times, My brain stubbornly refusing to work this morning.

What day is today? Is it even day?. . .

Groaning, I covered my face with my hands, Distantly, I heard my phone buzz, Letting me know I had a text.

What woke me? Why aren't I so well lodged in dreamland that I won't wake for days?

It buzzed again, Making me confused.

My friends were serial texters and all that but this early in what I assumed was morning? They should all be in some stages of sleep.

It's probably work, I'll leave it be until later. . .

I tried to get back to sleep again, Wanting the sweet sweet bliss of dreamless rest.

Only to be heartlessly denied by my now seemingly too awake brain.

Fuck it. Fine. I'll get up.

Grumbling to myself, I half fell, Half climbed out of bed, Very ungracefully as only sleep deprived teenagers can.

I stumbled around my room, Gathering clothes to change into and very much looking like a passable extra in a zombie movie.

Why must mornings exist. . .

I got changed into some new clothes before making my way downstairs. . .Contemplating if it was even safe for me to have cereal for breakfast.

It would make a very amusing headline at the very least. . .'Local boy drowns himself in his cereal, Sources say: He was very sleepy'. . .

A small smile played it's way across my face as I finally made it downstairs.

Dad was passed out on the couch, An empty bottle of the cheap whiskey clutched in his hand.

Ah so it's the weekend, Got it. . .

Making my way over to him, I noticed he had our only scrap book in the entire house right beside him.

Carefully, I took the bottle away from him, Setting it away to be cleaned and recycled later.

Picking up the scrap book, I closed it and put it away, Ignoring the pictures of him and I when I was still a child that filled the ratty old thing to the brim.

Grabbing a blanket, I carefully covered my dad, A small sad smile forming on my face as he quietly mumbled something along the lines of 'My sweet son'.

''Sweet dreams dad'' I muttered quietly, A bit more awake now as I made my way to grab an apple before leaving out the backdoor.

There was a small, Messy alleyway behind our thin, Two story home.

A short walk and a climb over a small fence later, I was walking down the side of the street, heading towards my gang's hideout.

While I walked, I pulled out my phone, Looking to see who was so dead set on contacting me at such an un-holy hour.

What sane person is even awake at eight am on the weekend?

Chase. Apparently.

He had sent me multiple texts. All of which, I chose to ignore.

He's a problem for future me to deal with. . .

I wasn't exactly keen to speak with him at the moment.

My phone buzzed again and I was so fucking tempted to just block Chase.