Three Words You Won't Reciprocate

*ch. 3*

"IT'S MORNING, WHAT A WONDERFUL TIME TO BE ALIVE, IT'S MORNING!" 

I turn my body so I'm not facing who ever is screaming and stuff my head in my pillow. Then the blankets are ripped off of me leaving me half naked and cold on my bed.

"I said, IT'S MORNING, WAKE UP TO SEE THE WONDERFUL WORLD!" I grab the first thing from the floor, which is a shoe, throw it at the voice and hear a thud which my makes me smile.

"Bradlee, you should know by now that violence is never the answer."

"Well it made you shut the hell up so it kinda is." Then I go flying from my bed when someone jumps on it. "Spencer I swear to God. How many times have I told you not everyone is a morning person! Leave me alone!"

"Noo, I have to go in early to do some extra practicing since I am co-captain. Obviously I'm not going to let you ride the bus alone, so I'm driving you today." Thankfully I was facing away from him so he couldn't see my goofy smile.

"Ughhhh fine, but as my chauffer-"

"Your what now?"

"You have to get me something that will wake up because with your happy attitude, I'm bound to rip the breaks out of your car and let you speed away."

"Wow you really aren't a morning person, why didn't you tell me before." I quickly sat up and reached for another object on my floor to throw. Before I can, Spencer ran out of my room. He's scared of me, I know it.

I put some clothes on and walk into my kitchen. I see Spencer and my dad sitting at the table. Spencer stands up and smiles at me.

"Okay so I got you this health bar, it's peanut butter and we're going to go get some coffee for your sleepy brain." He says with his arm stretched towards me with the bar.  I take it and smile.

"Sounds acceptable, let me grab my stuff." I pick up my backpack, wave my dad goodbye, and say a little farewell to my mom in my head.

We arrive at the coffee shop down the street and as Spencer orders my usual, I sit at the couch near the window and lay my head on the arm rest.

"No no no. The point of getting you coffee is to wake you up, so open those eyes mister."

"You're cruel."

"Ah yes, I'm so evil I'm buying you coffee and giving you a ride to school. I should be named Cruella de Vil."

"That hurt my soul." He laughs and grabs our ready drinks.

"Alright, lets go. I'll let you pick the music." This catches my attention. We settle in the car and pull out my phone. I'm weird and like to make playlists for all my moods. For instance, right now I'm sleepy and don't feel like listening to upbeat music so I turn on the playlist of sweet, slow songs.

The war was over I was living with my folks, I yelled upstairs "hey ma, I'm out to grab some smokes."

"Oh goodness, this song again? You've made me listen to it soooo many times."

"Hey, don't blame me, it's on shuffle."

"Can you just skip it this time, please?" I couldn't resist him so I skipped it.

I see the fear in your eyes, I feel the pain in your heart.

"This good enough for you?"

"Yes, it's actually a good song."

"It has one of my favorite lines ever in it."

"Which one is that?"

"Just wait." A few seconds pass.