Challenge Accepted (Boyxboy)

Chapter 2

"Adam fucking Larkin wake up you son of a me!" Yelled a bitter sweet voice from somewhere in the distance.
"Bitch." I murmured in my sleep, rolling over and burying my head further into my soft pillow, that was slightly smelly but in a homely way.

"If you don't wake up now I will rip off your penis and feed it to you!" She called. My eyes shot open. Oh god no, not Adam Junior!
"Mom. You are an evil piece of shit." I said bluntly, eyes shutting once more and staying shut as I stumbled out of bed, fumbling like a blind, half dead hamster for the door. I heard my mother snort from somewhere to the left of me. I ignored her, letting out a whoop as I found the door handle and opened it, tripping over something as I pretty much leaped into the bathroom. I opened one eye a fraction of an inch just to locate the cold water and pulled down my pyjama bottoms so Adam Junior could feel the fresh morning air of the murky bathroom!

My mom and I have always been close, but in a weirdly critical way. She insults me and I insult her. She's been the only family I have had, until she remarried Steve, who is a boring old fart who likes collecting stamps and is an accountant, but...I am rather fond of him, not that i'd ever admit it! Steve will never replace my dad. My dad is the coolest man of all time! He is like an adult version of me! He hates commitments, plays every woman he can get is hands on like a fucking violin. And he hates kids. What a legend. I have never met him though, probably because of the hating kids part, but I respect that! I have worked out exactly what he's like from little slips from mom other the years; 'he was incredibly irresponsible', 'he was practically a robot', 'he doesn't love'. Which we all know is code for "He was a fucking legend and got bare pussy!". I am proud to be his son. He is also where I got my extraordinary good looks from, well I am assuming he is since my mother, although pretty, has ebony curls, grey eyes and toffee coloured skin which is nothing like my very blue eyes and brown hair, however, our skin is a similar tone- we both tan amazingly!

I sometimes wonder what my dad would think about me being bisexual; I have decided that he'd approve, slap me on the back and say "Son, I am proud you're getting that D too! The best of both worlds." Mom was okay with it; she didn't say 'i love you', after I told her two years ago in freshman year, nor did she say 'i hate you'. Steve is fine with it; Steve is so chill about everything, its great. He regularly gives me condoms, saying "As long as its safe and consensual then do what you like". Gotta love Steve.

"Morning Steve!" I grinned, watching him sip his coffee, patchy head bent over his newspaper in a rather endearing way.
"Good morning Adam." He said pleasantly.
"Steve you're such a lad." I laughed, sipping orange juice straight from the cartoon in the fridge door, it tasted slightly off but I didn't give two fucks. Steve looked up at me, from where he was indulging himself in the morning crossword.
"What?" He asked, brow furrowed.
"Never mind Steve." I chuckled, grabbing my black, slightly grubby backpack from the marble kitchen counter and walking to the front door.
"Have a nice day!" Called Steve.
"Love you shitface." Called my mom, who was typing in the front room. I grinned and left the house.

Sunlight shone down on me through the oak tree leaves as I walked to my car, the angels blessing my beauty with the summer warmth, don't blame them! Harper was leaning against it. She was wearing a short, grey sundress with little blue flowers on it, grey converse and a black leather jacket. Her dyed blonde hair was loose and successfully flowed down to her averaged sized waist in gentle waves like a waterfall.
"Hey." I smirked and she rolled her chocolate eyes.
"Its your turn to give me a lift since I was the designated driver on Saturday." She pointed out.
"Yeah yeah whatever princess, get in the car."
"Don't call me princess. I'm not one of your fuck buddies."
"Yeah you're just my buddy... Missing out big time!"
"Naar I'm escaping!"
"You would be lucky to have sex with me!" I exclaimed defensively, causing her to laugh and look away grossed out.