Homebound → Fortnite [COMPLETED]

| chapter six |

What y'all are gonna need to know ❤️:
- (f/c) - favorite color
- (s/b) - shoe brand
- (c/b) - clothes brand
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{Narrator's POV}

Raptor and John sat waiting in the main living quarters, watching the stairs as it was peaking 4:45 in the morning.

"They're still not up?" Raptor asked, the peaking impatience starting to become clear to John.

Sighing, John stood up and walked towards the door, Raptor followed suit, causing John to turn around and push him back.

"No Raptor, sit there and wait." John insisted.

"Oh but why? I'm tired of waiting!"

"They're teens, obviously they won't get up when we tell them to."

Raptor scratched his chin, shrugging in response.

"I suppose so. What're you going to do?" He asked, watching the man go towards the stairs.

"It's time for a little wake up call."

He walked up the stairs, slowly walking closer to the adjoining rooms, placing an ear on Drift's first. Hearing the soft snores the teen gave out.

Chuckling, John walked towards (y/n)'s door, listening into her room.

Silence.

"Seems like she's not the snoring type." John mumbled, pulling out a dog whistle, smirking at his devious plan.

"What's going on up there?" Raptor called out, John walked to the upstairs pillars and shushed him.

"We're gonna give them a little wake up call." John grinned, Raptor saw the whistle and smirked under the yellow mask.

"Aha, perfect plan Johnny boy, let me know when it wakes them." Raptor winked and chuckled, walking towards the outside door and leaving.

John turned back and opened both of their doors quietly, making sure they didn't hear his steps coming towards them.

John walked into Drift's room first. Quietly walking to the sleeping teen, noticing his short breaths.

With one long breath, John blew the whistle in a perfect harmony, causing Drift and jolt upright and cover his ears.

"AH WHAT THE FUCK?!" He screamed, eyeing John. The man was cackling his hoarse laugh.

"BAHAHA, Time to wake up Drifty!" He smiled, Drift glaring at him hard.

"Not funny, Mr. Wick. What time is it anyway?" The teen rubbed his eyes, looking out towards the early morning sky, noticing the stars still adjacent from his window.

"Early enough for you to get up and get ready. We have our training to do." John smiled, Drift groaned and laid back down.

"It's way too early Mr. Wick, I'm fucking tired."

"No excuses, get up. I need to go wake (y/n) up, if you're not out of bed by the time I'm back that's double the training for you." John furrowed his brow at Drift, the teen grunting and sitting up all the way.

"Good, get your stuff on, meet Raptor in the main living quarters. We'll be down there in a few minutes."

Drift grabbed his half mask and slipped it on, John watched him closely.

The teen noticed and smirked under his mask.

"Admiring me? I didn't take you as that Mr. Wick." Drift chuckled and searched for his shirt, John grunted and walked away, moving towards (y/n)'s room.