Mornings and Midnights (A&A fanfiction) Rewriting

chapter 1: travel 6 years ahead

Six years later

The sun is up, and so am I.

"Why are you calling me at this hour?"

"Just to tell you I love you."

She laughs lightly, and a yawn escapes her, "I love you too Austin, but it's six-thirty in the morning."

Very true.

"Well think of it this way, now you have an extra thirty minutes to get ready. You always say how you never have enough time to do your makeup. Now there's no excuse."

"Well," she yawns again, "I am really sleepy. And I love you, but I'll see you at school. I'm going back to sleep."

"Love you too, bye."

Well, that's a nice way to start the day.

Now, for some breakfast.

Going downstairs to the kitchen I could tell that my mom was up before I saw her. The hallways were filled with the scent of dark coffee and her perfume. She always overdid it on days when she was overworked. When I saw her at the counter she greeted me with a small smile.

"You're up early." She states. She reaches over to the cupboard and takes out a second mug. I can tell she's questioning my motives for being up so early. She grabs the cream and tilts her head at me.

"What's up?" I reply.

"What's up with you." She says as she hands me the coffee. "You're never up this early."

"That's not true. I'm usually the first person to wake up in this house. Who do you think makes the coffee before you get up?"

"I thought that was Mason."

I laugh, "No that most certainly is not Mason. I usually leave before you get up, but I stayed behind a little today."

I take a sip from the mug, and it's the perfect temperature. This is all I need for my breakfast.

"If you're always up this early, then why are you always late for school?"

I sigh, "To that I say, it varies. I have many things to do before school."

She shakes her head laughing. Not in an endearing way, more like in disbelief. "You're really something huh."

"Wow, thanks, mom."

"I'm sorry but how do you expect me to react? You're up as soon as the sun rises and yet you can't manage to get your ass on time to school. Your father insists that it's because I can't manage a home without a man. I've had two meetings with your guidance counselor in the past month, and come to find you're just out somewhere."

"Thanks for breakfast." I leave my empty cup in the sink and head for the door grabbing my car keys on the table.

I can hear her sigh deeply, "Don't forget that you have to go to your father's tomorrow for dinner."

How could I forget that?

As soon as I get to my car I have to take a breath.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two

three.

One,

Two,

Three.

It's ridiculous to get worked up about an argument that's clearly my fault, but I still get hot-headed. So why am I so upset over it?