Obsequious (boyxboy)

001

TW: Slurs

{Tobias}

"Good-morning Toby" my mothers' angelic voice filled the walls of my bedroom, making me sit up from my original position.

"Morning ma" I replied as I got out my bed and reached for my glasses on my nightstand. I only wear my glasses at home, contacts at school. No harm no foul y'know?

"Get dressed. Your dad made breakfast" my mom, Brianna Reagan, said as she walked up to my, bringing her lips to my cheek. Turning around and leaving, closing the door behind her.

"Okay, I'll be down soon" my voice filled with sleep. I made my way to my desk which held my uniform on the back on my chair. I grabbed my uniform and looked up at the closed door.

I stripped off my clothes and sighed, fumbling with my school shirt before pulling it over my head. I tugged my pants over my hips and looked in the mirror.

"Damn I'm hot..."

I shake my head and walk out my bedroom, heading downstairs for breakfast.

"Toby! Toby!" My little sister, Colleen Reagan, who's five years old ran up to me, jumping in my arms.

"Hi bug" I said my lips forming into a wide smile.

"Daddy made pancakes!" Colleen is quite the sweet-tooth, which is normal for her age.

"I can smell them. Let's go get some" I put Colleen down and watched as she ran into the dining room, climbing into her reserved chair.

I sat down next to her, looking at my father as he fixed our plates.

"Morning Tobias" my father, James Reagan, said. His face blank, but his voice carrying all emotions.

"Morning pop" I looked at the pancakes on my plate, nice and fluffy like usual.

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I finished eating and put my plate in the sink.

"Well, I'm off to school now, c'mon Collie" I announced and watched as the small blonde girl ran up to me with her backpack.

I picked her up and walked out the door, shutting it behind us.

"Toby, why don't we take the bus?" Colleen asked out of the blue.

"Because I have a car?" I responded with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Why doesn't mommy take us in her car?" Colleens' question makes me roll my eyes. I get she's five, but goddamn, what type of question is that!?

"Because mom doesn't like us to being in her car" I answered, truthfully.

"Why not?" Colleen asked as I strapped her into her carseat, pulling on the seatbelt to make sure it's tight but not too tight.

"What was yesterday's word of the day?" I asked, changing the topic.

"Diffident!" She yelled and threw her arms in the arm, excitedly.

I got in the driver's seat and put on my seatbelt, putting the key in the ignition, starting the car

"Correct! What does it mean?" I started teaching her bigger words now that she's in kindergarten.