new message from "theharinef"
theharinef: rise n shine
theharinef: its time to wake up
theharinef: JACOB
bixenbrat: what do you want
theharinef: your attention
bixenbrat: is what you have to say really worth waking me up
theharinef: actually yes
theharinef: get up
bixenbrat: i dont want to move
theharinef: well im coming over so you better be up by then
bixenbrat: hari its 9 in the morning
theharinef: see you in 20
bixenbrat: i hate you
"theharinef" is offline.
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"hari, why exactly are you here again?" jacob said as soon as he opened the door. he looked like he had just rolled out of bed.
"jacob," his mom called from the kitchen. "manners." she walked over, spatula in hand. "hi, hari. would you like breakfast?"
"that would be lovely," she said as she brushed past jacob. he shuffled into the kitchen after them as they chatted away happily. sometimes, he felt like hari was better friends with his mom than with him.
"so." his mom set a plate of pancakes in front of him. "what's got you in a bad mood?"
"yeah, jacob, what's wrong?" hari winked at his mom.
"nothing."
"are you sure? you've been like this since you came home last night."
"i'm fine, mom," he snapped.
"okay then." she shook her head and returned to the stove. hari sat across from him, trying to look nonchalant. jacob clear his throat and pushed his plate away from him.
"i'm not hungry."
"you're not leaving the table until you finish that." his mom pushed it back towards him.
"i said, i'm not hungry." he glared defiantly at her. she glared right back.
"i heard you, and you're finishing that."
"no."
"jacob, don't make me yell at you in front of company."
"she's not even company," he mumbled through a mouth of food.
"what am i then?" hari made a line of holes in her pancake with her fork as she chewed.
"she's the child i should have had," his mom said. hari cackled.
"mom!" he set his plate in the sink.
"it was a joke," she said, ruffling his hair.
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"what now?" jacob asked. he glanced at hari, who was on her phone. he threw a pillow at her. "i said, what now?"
"hey!" it had hit her in the head. "i'm looking up how to deal with ignorant people. could be useful at a time like now."
"hari," he groaned. "if you're here to bully me, you can leave."
she raised an eyebrow. "where'd your sense of humor go?"
he ignored her.
"anyways, today you are going to stop feeling sorry for yourself."
"that's not possible."
"you're such a pessimist."
"i'm being realistic."
"jacob, you need to move on."
"is this about troye?"
"yes."
"i don't want to talk about him." he turned away from her, pouting.
"i know you don't, but you have to." she moved next to him.
"just leave me alone."
"jake, i refuse to be that friend who lets you wallow in your own misery."
"hari, stop it."
"come on, let's go get ice cream." she tugged on his arm. "we'll talk it out later."
he pick at a loose string on the hem of his shirt. "it's too cold for ice cream."
"said no one ever. now, let's go. it'll make you feel better."
and he wouldn't admit to it, but it did.
a/n: so much food in this chapter now i'm hungry
also-- if/when i make a oneshot book, is it better to have one obnoxiously long oneshot or two parts to one because i dunno
