The Listing [boyf riends FANFIC]

Day 1

The vacant sky prickled with newly found sunlight, the once dim outer-sphere seemingly disappearing under the sun's plentiful rays of light. A young male's lanky arms intertwined with the soft covers that bundled over his physical figure as the time swept by. His closed eyes refused to open upon the call of waking, causing his arrival to reality to be delayed in till his faithful alarm clock woke him from his ever-lasting slumber.

As the day advanced, it only seemed like minutes before his previously mentioned alarm clock flicked in fiery, it's white noise booming into the eardrums of anyone within a five feet radius of it. The teenager boy grew tiresome the longer he proceeded to ignore his waker, trying his best to savor his last few moments of slumber.

The mystic teenager with-drawled from the cozy sheets of his sacred bed, the mere scent drawing him closer to the temptation of falling back over and going back to sleep. But, unfortunately, no matter how much he wanted to he was forbidden from doing so, as it was a school day and if he was late for the 5th time this week, he was aware that this tardy would leave him to rot in detention for a straight up week. So, using his logical reasoning he decided against going back into the bunched covers of his very own sleeping platform, and rather to the closer that would allow him to prosper off into his desired destination-- school.

He yawned carelessly as his stubby, but decent, legs kicked up dust up trying to lift himself up from the filthy pleasure that was sleep. His movements were most obviously not in any way enthusiastic, but he sounded no sign of being in a bad mood, either. Instead, he sleep-deprivedly held a half-on smile, it coming natural to his face, even for this particularly disdained hour of the day. His toned finger's lingered through his closet in a rigid sense, but didn't care as long as he found what he was fated to find. His trusty sweatshirt. He brought the woren out close to his face, taking a deep sniff of the material as if he was doing a smell check like the drug-finding police dogs do in his community. "Still clean", He thought out loud, not wasting another second as he proceeded to trap himself in the warmth that was provided by this very sweatshirt. He then took the next few moments to redress, which canonically didn't take long as he practically sleeps in his day clothes everyday, all day.

As his shoes Insitunately slipped themselves on, he was about half way down the stairs, which would lead to his next destination; the kitchen. His converse tapped themselves along the wooden covering of the stairs, the noise being companied with a beat that noticeably belonged Micheal. The pounding ceased once he reached the end of his trip down the pathway to the kitchen, it saddening him some, but the minor inconvenience not stopping him from throwing down some kick ass beats to sing along to throughout his daily schedule, no matter where he may be, they will always have his back. This he is unusually quite sure of.

A unsettling honk from outside broke Micheal away from his own reality back to the normal standards of society, his brown dotted eyes converting over to a nearby window.

"Shit! I'm going to be late!" He shouted, a thick tone of various signals of panic coursing through his vocals. He almost instantly dropped his sick beats to manage time for his great escape to the outdoors, the outdoors being where his ride to school laid. Micheal's feet carried him over the grassy prairie that he owned, only barely making it up the stairs of the bus.

The male's eyes scanned the mixed crowd with caution, searching for a particular individual first before going to sit by himself in the back of the yellow school bus. Sometimes this mentioned other would arrive before him, causing him to always be on a look out for his buddy before he resorted to residing to the back seat.

"Micheal!" Someone called out, earning all of Micheal's undivided attention for a spilt moment, "Pssttttt! Over here!"

A declaring smile overlapped Micheal's once emotionless attitude as he trotted over in almost a sprint to his long-term buddy, "Ayy Jeremy! My Mannn, what's going on my dude?"