Boys This Young

3|Your Mum's Tumpy Nuts

"Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty," Arin called cheerily, "Time to get up, fag."

Dan moaned as he rubbed his eyes, "There it is, the first fag of the day."

"It's better now then later, I'd be worried if he didn't call you fag until the afternoon," Troye said.

"Very true." Dan agreed.

"My besties know me so well!" Arin fake smiled.

"Ugh, what time is it?" Dan asked.

"Time for you to get up, your first class starts in thirty minutes," Troye said.

"Thirty minutes?!" Dan said, "I can't take a shower, get ready, and go all the way across campus in thirty minutes."

"Then you're going to have to cut taking a shower," Troye suggested, "Anyway I have to go, my first class starts in ten."

"Okay, bye, Troye," Dan called.

"Bye Twinky," Arin waved.

"Bye hoes."

Troye shut the door, leaving only Arin and Dan left. They happened to have their first class together on Monday's and Wednesday's. They had their last class together on Thursdays, though their majors were completely different.

"Come on, Danny boy, we're going to be late," Arin said.

"I don't wanna go," Dan whined.

"You say that every morning, now hurry up," Arin rushed.

Dan got up and yawned again with a roll of his eyes, grabbing some jeans off of the floor and slipping them on, and then grabbing a shirt from his drawer. Arin watched him with his arms crossed, and expression less annoyed, but still mutual.

"I'd get ready faster if I didn't know you were watching," Dan said.

Arin made a sound as if disgusted and Dan smiled as he went to brush his teeth. He hummed a little, focusing on the spot in his mirror that looked out into their tiny living space where Arin was putting his books and laptop into his bag. He slung it over his shoulder, two coffees in hand.

One of Dan's eyebrows raised as he entered the living room, "Is one of those coffees for me?" Dan asked.

Arin looked surprised as he saw him, "Um yeah, I thought you could use it. I got it how you liked...at least I think it's how you like your coffee anyway."

Dan was confused, but smiled. "Thanks."

"I also got you this," Arin said, holding out something in a small brown bag, "I didn't want you to be hungry."

Dan opened it and smiled at the savory donut, "Sweet dude, you're the fucking best."

Arin only nodded, and they were off, Dan grinning as he ate because actually having breakfast was rare. Especially on the off chance that somebody bought him breakfast--only Phil did that when he visited him for the weekend instead of the other way around.

"You're so much nicer to me when Troye isn't around," Dan said as he finished his donut and threw away the bag.

"Am not."

"Are to."

"Am not."

"Are to," Dan ended with a 'come on man you know the truth' look.

"I can see I made a mistake by buying you anything," Arin grumbled.

"No! I'm appreciative of it, I just wonder why," Dan explained.