Boys Will Be Boys (discontinued)

Chapter Six

<Kieran's POV>

I woke up to silence and a voicemail from my mom. She had decided to stay back in the city with a friend, and she reminded me to take my medications. That reminder would have probably been useful yesterday, but I was relatively thankful for it nonetheless. My mum was a pretty forgetful woman, so the fact that she remembered me and my needs was just a symbol of her love.

Mum always finished her voicemails with a cute "I Love You", which had, on countless occasions, served as blackmail against me. The douches on my basketball team loved exploring the fact that I was a Mama's boy. But I loved my mum limitlessly, so I just ignored them. Or gave them a noogie. Sometimes both.

I scratched my hair lazily, pulling myself up and out of the couch. My two medicine bottles were splayed out on the the floor, thankfully shut, and so I grabbed them to return them to my bathroom. Juggling them in between my hands, I turned on my mum's old boombox in the kitchen. It played some crappy old songs that she had loved as a kid. I wasn't even quite sure where they were from or who sang them, save for the handful of Beatles songs; my mum was a diehard Beatles fan.

Traipsing up the stairs I began to shed my clothes until they were a bundle in my hand. The only thing I had on were a pair of boxers, and I tossed my clothes into the hamper. Replacing my meds into the cabinet behind the mirror, I quickly jumped into the shower. I brought my toothbrush with me to multitask, which was decidedly disgusting, but I didn't care enough to give a fuck.

I could still faintly hear the Beatles from downstairs as I dried off and ran my hands through my hair a few times. I tried to detangle any big knots with my fingers and threw on some random clothes off the floor. They smelled clean enough and I hit myself with a spray of Axe to mask any mustiness. Yawning, I grabbed my backpack off the floor and jogged downstairs.

I popped an Eggo waffle into the toaster and poured myself some chocolate milk.

Eyeing the schedule my mum and Lukas had set up for me, I diligently opened my laptop and tried to start my homework. After around an hour of flitting from my phone to video game walkthrough on my computer,  I decided I had enough.

"Yo," I began as soon as the phone picked up.

"Lukas, I need help with my homework, I'll be over in 5"

I didn't give Lukas anytime to answer. Shoving my things in my backpack, I slung it on before sneaking into the neighbor's yard. The Webb's were a cute old couple who never took their car out more than twice a week. They left their keys trapped behind the sun visor of their old Toyota, and never complained when it magically went missing.

Of course, they knew I was the one making it disappear.

The trip to Lukas' was usually around ten minutes, but I could make it five.

Fuck. I hope he doesn't have a chick over.

After all, what kind of best friend cockblocks the other?

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I stooped low to pick up the potted plant by Lukas' front door. The pot was covered in little handprints, presumably his little sisters. Lukas has a gigantic family, I'm pretty sure he is the oldest of eight. Dipping my hand into the dirt I pulled out the spare key and let myself in.

Lukas' parents probably weren't home since they used weekends as their time to catch up with each other. Mr. Schmitt was a teacher, and Ms. Schmitt was an EMT, so their hours were usually haphazard and don't match up.

I heard the footsteps of little people behind the door as I unlocked it, swinging it open to reveal one of Lukas' sisters. She was one of the triplets, and I felt bad that I couldn't remember her name.