What Happened in America

Livin iT

The alarm went off and two matching frowns answered it. During the night somehow Brooklyn ended up on top of Rye, with Rye having his back on the bed.

"Brooklyn," Rye shoved Brooklyn off him, "Turn off the alarm."

Rye was answered with groans and Brooklyn snuggling back into the bed.

Rye rolled his eyes as he reached over Brooklyn to the night stand in between their beds and grabbed the phone to turn off the alarm. He dropped back onto the bed and contemplated how bad it would be to rest his eyes for a few more minutes.

Knowing it was a dangerous game to play he groaned and rolled out of bed. He knew that he would have to be the one to get everyone out of bed.

He rubbed his face, gathered his clothes and went to the bathroom to change. He got out and saw that Brooklyn went back to sleep.

He walks over to the side of the bed Brooklyn was on and rubbed his arm up and down, "Wake up, Brooky, we got things to do today."

"Five more minutes," he mumbled and turned away from Rye.

Rye shook his head, "I'm going to see if the other boys are awake and when I get back you better at least be sitting up."

"Yeah, yeah, sure...shhh," Brooklyn said.

Rye walked out their room door, went to Macky's room and knocked on the door.

No one answered. He knocked harder.

He heard a groan behind the door and smiled. He knew exactly who was going to open the door.

Mikey opened the door a few seconds later with a glare in his eye.

"Good morning, Darling," Rye smiled. When Mikey's glare deepened he smiled wider.

"If I could hate you, I would," Mikey turned away from the door.

"I love you, Michael!" Rye smiled at Mikey's growl. He walked in and saw that both Andy and Jack are dead asleep.

"Didn't you guys set an alarm?" Rye asked.

"Yes," Mikey answered as he grabbed his clothes to change in the bathroom. "Not like we didn't turn it off." He laughed and went into the bathroom.

Rye walked to Andy first, "Wake up, Andy," he poked his cheek and then rubbed his arm. "Big day, today!"

"Tomorrow," Andy rolled away from Rye.

"But it's today, Fovvlar," Rye leaned further into the bed and proceeds to poke Andy. "Wake up."

"I don't want to," he complained.

"Well you have to, we're in America," was his response. He poked him a few more times, when Andy groaned, turned over and swatted at his hand he stopped and smiled, "Morning, Gorgeous."

Andy fought a smile, "Flattery gets you everywhere."

Rye laughed and then walked over to Jack. Jack was the easiest to wake up, but the hardest to get out of bed.

"Jack," Rye began, "Jacky wake up." When he saw no movement, he tried another approach. He leaned close to Jack's ear and said, "We've got five minutes to be changed and in the van."

Jack shot straight up, almost colliding heads with Rye. "What? What?" He threw off the covers and only in his boxers began looking for clothes, "Why did no one wake me up earlier? You all are terrible!" It was after he picked out his pants that he heard the laughter.

He looked up and saw Rye with his head thrown back and his hand pressed to his stomach. Andy was laughing so hard his face turned red and Mikey was tried to fight his laughter but failed.