Monochrome beat (boyxboy)✔

Beat 5

Orlando's POV

"Sweetheart wake up".

If they gave awards for most annoying moms, my mom would get the award by unanimous vote with quite a considerable distance between her and her closest competition.

I despised the word sweetheart more than I despised waking up in the morning. I had been doing it for years but it still felt unnatural. Why couldn't all things start midday or something? Hell I wouldn't mind it if school was at night.

"Orlando Lewis!"

There, I was waiting for that one.

I tossed and turned, opening my eyes. Mom was standing in my room, looking like someone who had woken up hours ago – better yet, someone who hadn't slept at all because sleep was well, evil.

"I'm awake, stop yelling", I said.

"I wasn't yelling!" she protested. Her voice was even higher than before.

"Well, to someone who was pleasantly sleeping, you were yelling", I said.

"Don't you dare give me lip young man", she reprimanded. "Get up. It's your first day at your new school and I will not allow you to be late".

"Unlike my previous school, I don't think they'll care much if I'm late", I said.

"I won't let your schoolwork suffer jut because we moved. I am not happy with the school, but your father insists you go to the public school until he can get you in the private school", she said.

I groaned. "If you didn't get it from my statement, I'm quite happy with not being given warnings for being late".

She narrowed her eyes. Now, maybe it was an exaggeration but I had to agree with the black women stereotypes when it came to my mother. She was going to smack the shit out of me if I continued talking back. With my mom you did as she said or you found yourself in front of a wooden spoon.

She was also very protective so you bet I wasn't the only one to find myself in front of a dangerous weapon. No one messed with her kids. Hell, we weren't allowed to mess with ourselves.

I put my hands up.

"I'm getting up", I said.

"Good!" she said walking over to hand me my crutches.

History told me she was going to stand there until I was out of the room. Lately she kept an uncomfortable watch on me. It had to do with my disability and her protective nature.

I got out of bed and took the crutches from her.

"Or maybe you should..." she said looking at the folded wheelchair in the room.

"I'm fine", I said balancing on the crutches.

"Do you need help?"

"Yeah, like I need my mom to watch me take a bath", I said.

"I was thinking your dad could..." she said and I cut in.

"Mom, I've been doing this for some time now. I am capable of bathing all by myself. I am not a vegetable", I said.

That would probably dissuade or embarrass some parents, not my mom. She knew very well that I was implying she was going overboard with her "help" but it didn't seem to matter. She wasn't going to apologize for it because it was her "right".

"Um..." I said nodding towards the door.

"I'll be going now", she said as if was her of her own accord. She would never acknowledge that I had just kicked her out and she obliged, because she never really listened to me.