Red Thread Of Fate

A Rough Morning Routine

They met when they were five. Eight years have passed. This is their story now.

The bright rays of sunlight shine through the thin white curtains, illuminating the room. She groaned, squinted, blinked, and rubbed her eyes. Then she groaned again and turned over, pulling the sheets over her face.

"Goodness, mornings are so stressful." Avery thought to herself, trying to fall back asleep.
"I have to wake up, get dressed, make breakfast, wake up Roxas, and we're always late for classes.... always late.... late..... LATE!!!!"
Avery shot up out of bed, and looked up at the alarm clock. 10 minutes left till class. Panicked, she rocketed herself right out of bed and threw a uniform on.

"ROXAS!!!!! Wake up you fluffy eared dimwit!" Avery yelled as she applied salted butter on two freashly heated toasts. The situation wasn't getting much better as she burnt her fingers while trying to put the still burning toaster away.

"What did you call me?!?!" A low, grumpy voice called from another room.

Avery winced as she bandedged her fingers. Great. She burnt her fingers and now, of all times, she caught Roxas grumpy in the morning!

"A fluffy eared dimwit! Now get your butt over here or I'm eating your toast for you!" She yelled, agitated.

"I heard you the first time Mom, keep your hair on!" Roxas teased. Avery grunted. She hated being called 'mom', and he knew it. The tall red-headed Wild walked into the room, sniffing the air.

"No jam?" Roxas asked, chomping the piece if toast out of Avery's hand that she held out to him over her shoulder while trying to focus on packing their lunches and thinking of other things.

"Nope, deal with it." She answered plainly.

"Geez, living in one of the few privet dorms is nice and all, but it's a whole other building attached to the normal dorm building, and that makes it really far away from the main building where all the classes are held." Avery thought as she finished packing the lunches.

Then she realised, her neck suddenly felt lighter. She reached her hand to the back of it, and felt none of the heavy heat of her long, dark brown hair against her neck. She turned around to find Roxas grinning like an idiot. He dragged her up to a mirror with his ridiculous grin still plastered on his face.

"Like it?" He grinned, now more deviously.

"Dammit, Roxas! Your a guy! How are you so good with hair???" Avery asked annoyed and a bit jealous. Through the mirror, Roxas just raised an eyebrow at her and smirked.

"Yeah yeah, thanks Roxas. I'm satisfied with this perfesionnal messy hair bun." Avery sighed as she grabed their bags and rushed out the door, Roxas close behind.

"By yours truly." Roxas winked as he took his bag and ran past her.

"Dammit Roxas!" Avery yelled in frustration.
Her voice echoed through the hall as Roxas laughed at her. Avery panted quietly. Had she worn herself out already? Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted onto a warm, broad back.