I woke up to not a sound, just complete silence wrapping the whole room as I lift my body out from bed, I kinda look for the banging of drums , I'm used to it being my alarm so early in the morning.
I got out of my room and head the the bath room to do all I needed to do, take a shower, brush my teeth etc.. This morning was simple, not like the mornings I've been fond of having, like a crowded kitchen, my brother watching television or my mom cooking, but none of those are present, Last night was a blast, for Ashton. I was happy to see him happy, I don't know but I guess that's a sibling instinct. The only thing that differs this morning from any other is that... There's a sleeping Calum on the floor next to the couch in our living room, his body is slumped on the crème colored carpet and his head is resting on one of the small pillows as he let out small adorable snores, he looked like an angel really.
"Calum" I call him hoping he'd answer, but he didn't. Instead, he let out a groan and said not a word. I stood there still looking at him for a good half minute.. Is that a little weird? Why is he sleeping here anyway? He should really be at his house in bed, he was so hammered when he fell asleep half of the way of the party. I wonder how he got here though, I laughed at the image in my head that Michael and Luke must've had a hard time bringing him here.
I got startled when I heard a loud noise from the kitchen, I tip toed my way to the door way and took a peak, I sighed in relief, it was just Luke. I entered the kitchen without him noticing me, his back was facing me as he faced the fridge, must be looking for food. He turns around and I see him holding a bottle of milk and a box of cereal, he gathers a pink bowl and a spoon, and poured the cereal and milk, still oblivious of my presence.
"breakfast?" he asks with that deep voice of his, his hair is a mess and he looked like he just woke up, but I got to say.. he still looks good in this state.
"Yeah sure" I reply and sat on one of the stools and he pours me cereal too. He looks at me and my blue bowl ,examining it.
"Switch" he says and he slides his pink bowl to me, he takes my blue one and eats at it. I can tell he wasn't a morning person just by the way he is... we can't even have a proper conversation, but that's okay... I'm not in the mood to be loquacious anyway. I took the spoon and filled my mouth with food, we ate in silence and I can tell he was not very awkward since he is too busy eating. It was only a quarter to seven anyway, of course no one would be up for an active conversation.
"How's the hung over?" I ask trying to lighten up the mood, after God knows how long of that silence was. He coughs as if he was choking but he did not.
"I didn't drink. You?" asked Luke.
"I don't drink" I tell him and he scoffs..
"Really?" he looks amused by the fact.
"yeah. why?"
"How old are you anyway?" He suddenly asks. What is it with questions?
"sixteen, you?" I ask, and I finish off my breakfast.
He smiles as he said "A year older" I couldn't believe it though, he's only seventeen? He's so tall, like what is his height? Six feet or something. "But I'd be eighteen in like a week" he informs me.
"Shut up! you're seventeen? What's your height?" I ask and now I'm the one amused.
"yeah, I'm tall" he laughs.
Minutes later, we were laughing because I told him about Asia, well beats talking about nothing. We kind of hang for a good fifteen minutes. I was stunned when he was the only one laughing when he cracked a joke of his own about nachos, all I can say is that it was very... cheesy.
