The Breakfast Club

The Email

Wafflehouse's eyes slowly opened, he wiped the crust from his eyes and sat up. He stared at the wall for a few minutes in attempt to wake up. His eyes shifted to the clock sitting on his nightstand, it was difficult to see past all the junk sitting on the table. It wasn't much but it still was challenge for Wafflehouse to see the clock. Eventually, he gave up on looking at the clock, he snatched his phone from under his pillow and looked at the time, 1:22 p.m. . He wasn't planning on sleeping in that late. But, there was nothing he could do about it now. He climbed out of bed and walked over to the right side of it. Wafflehouse had always slept on the left side of the bed, he wasn't sure why he put the nightstand on the right. He shrugged off the thought and grabbed some of the trash from it. Mostly candy wrappers and cans he had drank but never had the chance to throw away. Next to a few wrappers, there stood a red can. He picked it up and inspected it. He chuckled to himself as he read the label. Wafflehouse rolled his eyes and sat the can back on the nightstand. He grabbed the other garbage and walked to the kitchen. He threw the trash away in the trashcan. Wafflehouse sat down at the kitchen table and grabbed his laptop. He clicked on the debating website and checked who would be going against who next. Since he went against Denny the week before, he wouldn't have to debate with anyone for a month or so.

He clicked on the upcoming Friday debate. "Quiznos vs. Subway?" Wafflehouse chuckled underneath his breath. "We already know who's going to win that." He clicked off the website and checked other websites and such. Lastly, he clicked on his emails. He noticed a new one at the top of his page. Wafflehouse brought his cursor slowly to it and opened it. It read...

To: Wafflehouse@wingstreet.com

From: DebateIntendantNegotiatorNotdelayedEfficientlyRecognized

Subject: Next Debate meet

Hello, we are here to discuss your rematch you intend to have with Denny's. We recieved your email a few days back and your request has been accepted. The scheduled debate will be held on Saturday. We are not risking interfering with the Friday debate. So, Saturday should be the better choice. Email if you have any questions. See you Saturday!

D.I.N.N.E.R

Wafflehouse's heart dropped. He did not contact D.I.N.N.E.R at all about Denny's. Wafflehouse began to get angry, did Denny's really contact them as Wafflehouse for a rematch. Wouldn't it have made more sense for him to contact them himself? Was he not wanting to embarrass himself? Wafflehouse slammed his laptop closed. "I'm tired of this shit." He face fell into his hands "I just want one relaxing day."

Wafflehouse reached into his pocket to call Denny's, coincidentally, Denny's was already calling him. Wafflehouse clicked accept and held the phone up to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, um, why did you contact them claiming to be me?" Denny's sounded so done.

"What are you talking about? I was about to call you because you contacted them claiming to be me." Wafflehouse spoke up, he was so annoyed and confused.

"Why would I do that? If I wanted a rematch I would've said it to your face very dramatically." Denny's sighed " I'm so done, my business has dropped so much." The dissapointment and stress in Denny's voice was obvious. Denny's had never seemed to be a stressful guy. Sure, his temper is bad when it comes to debating. But, stressed? That wasn't normal. The past debate seemed to be weighing him down.

" Well, I didn't do it either." Wafflehouse went silent for a moment, thinking of who would've done it. At that point, he knew exactly who it was. " Do you think Ihop did it? It seems to be the most logical anwser."

"It's so convenient that it was her. Maybe planned. Here's what I think, I think you're doing all this shit and blamming it on her. So she can not be on my side making me fail even more. You do not know how much she's helping me. Without her, I would have no clue with how to even keep my business going." Denny's got angier and angier " My business is everything to me and I'm not going to let you fuck it up even more. So, yeah, let's debate Saturday. I'm going to beat your ass." There was no way Wafflehouse was going to change Denny's mind about Ihop at this point. So, he hung up. He wasn't going to get yelled at.

He slid his phone back into his pocket and leaned back in the chair. He opened his laptop and pulled up a document "I guess I have work to do." He mumbled to himself. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket once more. Wafflehouse groaned, pulled it out and answered it "What?"

"You didn't say goodbye, that's rude. Goodbye." Denny's spoke and hung up. Wafflehouse sighed and smiled slightly at how stupid that was.

"He called me...to say goodbye. Idiot." He placed his phone on the table and started his research.

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I've been gone for a minute. But, the next chapter should be up this weekend! What are your thoughts so far?