"Reality's Game"

The Group(3/8)

(This chapter contains vulgar language and sexual references. Please do not continue if you do not wish to read anything remotely similar to this.)

(Rocky and Zander)

Sunlight shined through Rocky's dark blinds as he sat up in his bed looking over to his clock. It was 12:35pm. He ruffled his light brown hair with his dark brown eyes shining underneath.

"Why can't I ever wake up any earlier?!" Rocky mumbled irritability in a husky, low voice.

Rocky blinked sleepily and slowly before hopping out of bed; rushing to his older brother's room. He always liked to mess around with his older sibling as if he was an eager little puppy begging for attention towards their owner. But, once he made it to the older boy's room, Rocky realized his brother wasn't there.

"Oh...," Rocky murmured softly, "He went out with his...," the boy sighed, "...girl earlier than usual."

Lowering his head, the boy sluggishly walked away into the living room, just in front of the room's doorway. His heart raced as soon as he heard a vibrating sound, from what he assumed was his own phone, on the living room table.

Rocky hastily speed walked to his phone, turning it on to check his notifications. It was a text from one of his friends, Zander.

Brown eyes following along the text, he read in his head, Hey, Rocky! Brea texted me asking if I wanted to join her and the group, then asked me to invite you since she didn't have your number! Being shy again bro? A cheekily smiling emoji followed along the words, implying Zander's usual childish tone.

"The group?" Rocky questionably asked himself, "Does he mean all eight of us?"

Tracing his lips he thought to himself, So, he's gonna be there and the WHOLE group?! Me, him, River, Brea, Val, Nolan, Raven, and Pioa? What could we possibly be doing to need that many people?

Breaking him out of his thoughts, his phone vibrated again, as Zander tried to Face Time him. A picture with Zander and Rocky, himself, huddled close together taking a bright photo as they walked next to their bikes filled his screen. They were very young at that time as they've been close friends since grade 1. Rocky couldn't hold his smile back from the older picture, so he answered his friend.

"Hey dude," Rocky started as he looked behind Zander's strong jawline, and soft curly blonde hair. The younger boy quickly realized that Zander wasn't at his own house. The walls were way too vivid and multicolored for Zander's taste, as far as Rocky knows. "You already hanging with the others?"

"Not all of them!" Zander replied, his deep Birmingham accent traveling, filling Rocky's living room. Rocky instinctively reached behind himself for the long leather couch behind to sit as he listened to his friend's words. "BUT! I'm hanging with River right now."

Zander turned the camera around showing more of River's room. The walls were a dark blue color, blending into a bright magenta, along with splatters and lines of white paint. Rocky has never been at her home - more the less her room- he kinda assumed it would look like this. It matched her personality perfectly.

River was sitting on her black hole of a bed, it was the only thing completely black. In front of her was a pure white pillow, supporting her galaxy styled computer. Headphones on and blasting loud enough to where even Zander's microphone picked it up, River danced to her self-created beats as she snapped her fingers to the quarter notes. River then noticed the camera and waved.