superman // septiplier

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an: I sincerely apologize for my lack of good writing ability
it seems as though I shift from past to present tense quite frequently and I don't notice I do it so I am very sorrys
take this picture of Felix and Maya
it'll make you feel better
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Sunday - 5 days til Friday

Jack groaned, lifting his hands to his eyes to shield them from the sudden light being flashed into his face.

Felix glanced over at the frowning boy, who was rolling around angrily in his bed, before taking his hand away from the shades. He sat down on the bed and tore Jacks blanket away from his face, emitting another groan from him.

"Jack get up," he pushed Jacks limp body, doing absolutely nothing to it, "Come on its 12:30, you said we would go out and get lunch today."

Jack rolled onto his back, and covered his eyes with his hands, not wanting any light to pass through them.

"What time is it?" He mumbled.

"I literally just said its 12." Felix said with an unamused laugh, and heard Jack mutter out an 'I'm so tired'

"Get up asshole, we're going out to lunch." Felix said finally, and got up and left the room. Jack clenched his eyes shut, and took his hands away from his face.

It wasn't Jacks fault that he stayed up all night talking to Mark. He didn't want to be rude and ignore the guy, he was going on a date with him. So he stayed up past 12, then he stayed up past one, then stayed up past two and, you get it.

He frowned, and opened his eyes, immediately regretted it.

"Ah fuck," Jack yelled quietly, and closed his eyes again, "It's so bright what the hell."

Jack let out a fake sob, and threw the blanket off of himself. He opened his eyes, (slowly) and sat up in bed, with a pout.

He looked around the room, and got up when he saw his bag, which was filled with his clothes. He pulled out a striped tshirt and sweatpants, then proceeded to dress himself with them.

After brushing his teeth and looking at his hair with a sad expression, he left the bedroom and made his way through the house into the kitchen.

He saw Felix standing by the counter on his phone, who looked up when hearing Jack enter the room.

His eyebrows furrowed, "You're not going out to lunch in sweatpants."

Jack rolled his eyes, "Jesus Christ you fucking diva," The boy sat down on one of the stools and slumped his head into his hands.

"I'm not a diva! I would just appreciate it if my friend aimed to look normal, other than like he doesn't care." Felix said.

"But what if I actually don't," Jack claimed, looking up into Felix's slightly glaring eyes.

"Why are you so difficult in the morning?" The blonde asked, and Jack shrugged.

"It's not morning, now is it?" Jack said with a smug smile, and hopped off the chair, walking away towards his room.

"Can't believe you remembered it was 12, this time," Felix called after him, and it made Jack smile.
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Felix and Jack (who was now dressed in jeans) stepped into Panera Bread, which was a little busy, but nothing overbearing.