Runaway Slowly (boyxboy)

I really hate your face, your hair, and your dumb friends.

"Up! Up! It's a new day honey, you don't want to be late for school!" Mom exclaimed while pulling every blanket off my body and screeching quite suddenly.

"What?! What?!" I yelled, falling off the bed, groaning as my bedroom light was turned on and nearly blinded me.

Ah, shit. Not again.

Before she said anything I knew exactly what she was screeching at and ran for the bathroom.

How was I supposed to control my body this early in the morning? A guy is a guy, a girl is a girl, and girls don't have morning wood.

Speaking of girls...

I grab my phone when I get back into my room, unlocking it and seeing I'd missed one call and had a couple of text messages.

The call was from Ashley. Two texts were from Ashley. And three were from...

Who was that?

I blinked, looking at the unknown number, brainstorming. Who had I given my number to that would be texting me at three in the morning when I was passed out like a rock?

Shrugging and heaving a sigh, I threw my phone back onto the bed and headed straight for my dresser.

There had to be a clean pair of jeans somewhere in this house, I assured myself while digging through drawer after drawer of perfectly ironed shirts.

Finally, I came across a pair with the knees ripped and spots of bleach on the material, scowling when I slipped them on only to see they were a perfect fit.

This has Alex written all over it.

"Mom! How many times do I have to tell you not to mess with my wardrobe!" I yelled, thoroughly irritated while I pulled on a Zombieland t-shirt.

Footsteps sounded from down the hall and mom slammed open my bedroom door, grinning victoriously.

"Come on, honey, you look like a rockstar in those jeans. Let me do your hair, please please pleaseeee!" she pleaded while pulling out a bottle of gel from behind her back.

I shook my head and stepped back, terrified. That product had the potential to wreck havoc on the hair I'd worked so hard to keep in perfect shape!

So when she took another step towards me, grinning like a maniac, I screamed very much like a little girl and darted for my bathroom.

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My blue eyes took in the confused faces I passed in the hallway.

Okay, sure, my mom had done my hair, but I had to admit...I looked pretty damn good today. Between the jeans I never thought I'd catch myself wearing and my newly styled hair, I didn't look half bad.

Some of my friends came up to me, laughing, giving me high fives in each direction and taking in the new look.

"Not bad man, not bad! Trying to impress a little someone?" They nudged me with their elbows and I rolled my eyes, grabbing my psychology book from my locker and slamming it shut before I caught the familiar scent of perfume. And not just any perfume. Ashley's.

Jason and Jackson, twins with the same  eccentrically colored blue hair and green eyes whistled when she walked by. She seemed to pay no mind but suddenly whipped around to face me, her gaze fierce and blazing.

"Uh, I just remembered I have to feed my cow," Evan, captain of the football team muttered the worst excuse ever, patting me on the shoulder and quickly fleeing.