I'm Related to the Grier's?!

Chapter Twelve

{this chapter is for all you Matt and Charlie shippers}

Charlie's POV

"Hey wake up. Charlie wake up!" Someone shouts shaking me.

I slowly open my eyes to see Hayes standing above me.

"What?" I mumble.

"Have you seen my keys? I'm going to be late!" He says.

"No I haven't seen your car keys, what time is it anyways?" I ask.

"Almost 6." He says.

"Am?! What-"

"I don't have time to talk, football start at 6:30 and I still have to go sign in and shit." He says.

"Okay well just take Nash's car. He always leaves his keys in the bowl on the table that's by the door." I say rubbing the sleepiness out of my eyes.

"Right! Thanks sis, I owe ya." He says then runs out of my room, going downstairs, making a lot of noise.

A few seconds later I hear the front door slam and Nash's car start and hear Hayes take off down the street.

Once it's quiet I close my eyes again and try to go back to sleep. After ten minutes I was still tossing and turning.

Well now I'm wide awake, thanks Hayes. I was supposed to sleep till at least noon today, but that's not happening.

I decided to go downstairs and get a drink, maybe that'll help?

I walk into the kitchen and grab the jug of orange juice from the fridge.

I turn around and see Matt standing behind me, causing me to jump.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He says.

"You're fine, dos Hayes wake you too?" I ask pouring my orange juice in a glass and putting it back in the fridge.

"Yeah, I don't know how Cam and Nash sleep through it." He says.

"Nash is probably used to it, they share a room." I say taking a sip of my juice.

"Yeah. Well I was going to make a bowl of cereal or something, want some?" He asks.

"No thanks, breakfast isn't really my thing." I say.

"What?! You don't like pancakes, or waffles, or bagels?!" He asks.

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just- well yeah I guess I just don't like it." I say.

"Go get dressed, right now." He says seriously.

"What?" I chuckle.

"Get dressed we're going out to breakfast." He says.

"I just told you-"

"You've never had the right kind of breakfast food, now get dressed. I'm taking you to my favorite place." He says.

"Alright whatever." I sigh and go upstairs.

I change into a pair of running shorts, a t-shirt, and one of Adams hoodies that I had, yeah I'm in North Carolina but it's chilly early in the mornings! I throw on some nike elite socks and my Nike running shoes and go downstairs to see Matt waiting by the door.

He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts, Nike socks and shoes, and a lacrosse hoodie.

"Ready?" He asks.

"To go eat breakfast food that I don't like? I guess so." I say and we go outside.

"Just wait. This is the best food." He says.