Keep Dreaming Up Ways to Survive

Chapter 20

Felix opened his eyes to see Dawson's beat-up band shirt. Felix hadn't fully woken up yet, so his soon-to-be-anger was just confusion. He sat up, which resulted in Dawson's arm, previously on his shoulder, falling to the bed. Looking around the room, Felix noticed that it was fairly dark. He looked to the side of the bed, towards the nightstand with an alarm clock. The clock read 6:43; that number caused Felix's tired brain to jump to attendance.

"Dawson..!" Felix shook, finally noticing the limp arm around his waist, "Ugh... D-Dawson! Wake up!"

"Hm...?"

Felix stood up, walked a little distance from Dawson, and said again, "Dawson, get up! I need to get home!"

"Why...?" Dawson questioned, still half asleep.

"It's basically 7; my mom is probably looking for me! I gotta get home!" Felix uttered, panicked.

"So...?" Dawson mumbled, opening his eye but closing them after a minute.

"Dawson!" Felix slapped Dawson's shoulder, "I need to go home-"

Dawson sat up, grabbed the top of Felix's shirt, and brought him down to look at him face-to-face.

"You're cute, but don't dare hit me again, Felix. I'll bring you where I want to bring you. And it's not that house." Dawson said, letting go of Felix's shirt.

"I... oh... Ok." Felix uttered, sitting back down on the bed.

Felix and Dawson sat on the bed in silence, but it wasn't awkward just comfortable silence.

"Well..." Felix cleared his throat, "I think It's your turn."

"What do you mean? My turn for what?"

"Power training, of course!" Felix piped.

Dawson looked at him with an unamused face, almost regretting having Felix stay with him.

"Don't look so down... that's my job." Felix chuckled.

"I guess, haha!" Dawson cracked a smile.

"Power training montage!" Felix yelled.

"What?"

"I-I don't know... I just wanted to say something."