October 13, Saturday
Rye woke up to the sound of his annoying alarm clocks.
"Rye, Rye, Rye, Rye, Rye, Rye!"
Human alarm clocks.
"Right! Okay!" The newly stirred brunette sat up, his hands raising in the air in mock defeat. "I'm awake, Shaun, Sammie." He said, ruffling their hairs as the twins groaned in annoyance.
Rye squinted nearer his actual alarm clock, seeing it was already '8:00 am'. He usually wakes up earlier than that, but it's the weekends so it was fine to feel a bit lazy.
"What did you wake me up for?" Rye asked, finally standing up from his duvets as he shooed his brothers away. They jokingly rolled around his bed, completely messing his bedsheets as they laughed playfully.
"Mom told us to wake you up," Shaun laughed, wriggling as best as he could with Sammie to make Rye's blankets more disheveled. The older brother picked both of them up on his arms, groaning a bit.
"You two sure are heavy!" The twins howled with laughter, Rye running outside the room, still carrying the pair.
"Put us down!" Sammie said, softly hitting his older brother's back with his little fists.
Rye slowed down, approaching the stairs while Sammie and Shaun screamed once he jokingly lowered them down. The twins clutched to his neck, their arms circling his shoulders tighter.
The brunette held them with care, slowly climbing down the stairs as the twins bounced in Rye's arms. When they finally reached the bottom, he put the two down, groaning, "You two are very heavy!"
"Nah, you're just old!" Sammie remarked, giggling as he ran to the kitchen with his twin.
Rye jokingly replied, "Yeah? Then, try carrying me, big guy!"
The brunette walked over the kitchen, squinting his eyes at the familiar figure standing in front of the kitchen counter.
"Rye-Pie?" the figure asked, wearing a gentle smile that was always homely and beautiful in Rye's eyes.
"Good morning, Mom," he greeted, approaching the refrigerator as he leaned down to get the carton of milk. It was empty. "No more milk?" Rye wiggled the empty carton, showing the container to his mother.
"Obviously." The woman quipped back, her hands around her hips. "I told the twins to wake you up and do this."
His mother walked towards the hook beside the fridge, reaching for the pockets of her apron as she grabbed a piece of paper and threw it to Rye. He didn't quite catch it, the paper falling on the floor.
"What's this?" he asked, reaching for the paper as he opened it.
"That's the grocery list, silly." His mother flicked his forehead softly.
Rye groaned, "But, I hate doing the groceries." The brunette complained, not hiding his good-natured smile.
His mother rolled her eyes, Rye kissing her cheek as he went upstairs and took a shower. He threw on the first pair of clothes he grabbed on---a baggy red shirt with lots of words in it and a pair of comfortable blue sweatpants. He wore his thick glasses, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He'd never been a fashionable guy, but he thought it was quite decent. He shrugged with contentedness, quickly fixing his bed and closet.
Rye put on a colorful pair of socks, wearing his white rubber shoes as he grabbed his phone and went downstairs. He grabbed the list and cash laying on the kitchen counter, saying goodbye to his mom as he walked out the door.
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