Is this.... is this a kid fic?

the kids

Mornings were hell and the only good thing about life was that it ended.

"Charlie, if you don't give me back my fucking gloves I will bite your goddamn nose off!"

"They're not your fucking gloves! Besides, they go with my outfit more!"

"Bullshit!"

Also all teenagers can choke and die.

Especially the edgy ones that fought over fingerless gloves.

"No one will get to fucking wear them if you all don't shut the fuck up!" Bella roared. "And Charlie, really? Fingerless gloves, with that shirt? Don't be tacky."

He pouted and examined his tank. It was red, and had a bloody smiley face on it.

"I thought it would look cool."

"No, the leather bracelets would look much better. So, give your brother back the gloves, and go find them. I think they were in the bathroom."

"Kay." he threw the edgy gloves to his brother and disappeared into another part of the house.

"Jake!" she bellowed. "Get your ass up! Johnson needs his truck by tonight, and you're not done yet!"

She heard a very loud groan come from their shared bedroom, and knew that meant he was finally up for the day.

"Ashton, do you have your lunch packed?"

He flipped his hair, so his emo bangs fell more directly into his eyes. "Yeah, I made a sandwich last night, with the leftover chicken."

"Smart boy." she ruffled his head. "What else?"

"Apple. Gummies."

"Good, okay, you're good to go. Charlie is driving you in today."

"I know, I know." he waved her off. "I'll wait for him in the living room."

"No complaining if you have to leave before your show is over." she warned him.

"Okay!"

She spun on her heel. Charlie had been gone long enough to find the bracelets.

"Charles? Buddy? How we looking?"

"Why did none of you shitheads tell me my Mohawk was flat?" was his response. "I've got to get it in the air."

"Buddy, you have a test first period. Your hair is fine as is."

"Like hell it is!"

Bella bumped her face against the fridge.

"You two can't afford to be late!"

"Mom, this is a special episode! Are you sure I can't stay a bit longer to finish it?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "I am positive! You need to go to school!"

She heard her son grumbling from the other room.

Jake stumbled into the kitchen; pants drooping, hair a wild mess.

"Coffee?" he mumbled.

She handed him his mug. "I've got you, Baby."

He smiled and kissed her cheek. "Love you, Bella Bella."

Charlie came back out.

"Yes choker? No choker?"

"Yes choker." his parents decided.

"Thanks!" he slipped it on. "Okay, we're off."

"Have fun. Good luck on your test." Bella waved.