RoadtripTV BoyxBoy {Fluffy One Shots}

family !four, OT6!

AN/ this is long, 3,000ish words, ENJOY

Ayden's POV

I heard Papa come into my room to wake me for school. It was the second week.

"Hey, Ay, babe, wake up time."

I turned and buried myself into my covers.

"Don't wanna, tired."

"You know you have too."

"No, I really don't."

"But, legally you do, so up," he said, picking me up.

"That was forceful."

He gave me a kiss on the forehead and replied, "I am your father, I can do what I want." Papa smirked at me.

"I hate you," I said, joking.

"And I love you."

"Love you, too."

"Let's get Harris up."

He walked over to Harris' bed, and Papa gave him a tickle. He woke up with a laugh.

I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I quickly used the loo, and then brushed my teeth. Half way through me brushing my teeth, Harris in.

"Morning," he said.

"Morning bro."

He went on with his business beside me. Eventually I made my way downstairs.

"Morning Pops," I said, running to my Pops' arms.

"Morning, love. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Yep."

"Who's dropping us off today?" I asked because sometimes Papa and Pops are busy, so uncle Sonny, Alex, or Brook drop off, and Jack tags along.

"I think Papa and Jack will do."

"Why not you?" I asked.

"Well, I got to do some music stuff, love."

"Ohh ok."

"Music stuff?" I heard Harris question from behind.
"Yeah, you two wanna hear?"

"Sure," I said.

"Yeah," Harris said, enthusiastically.

"NO!" Papa yelled from the kitchen, "You two munchins need to eat."

"After?" Pops asked Papa.

"Maybe. Come you two."

I walked to the table with my brother. Ben was already sat, eating.

"Papa, please can we listen?"

"Eat first then maybe." He said sitting down next to Ben.

"You all have packed your bags and done your homework?"

Ben spoke up, "I did not have regular school homework, but I did my after school one. It was easy."

"Do you want it to be harder?" Papa asked Ben.

"Yes," Ben replied, going back to his food.

"Noted. Boys?"

"Done," Harris said.

"Yep," I agreed.

"Good boys, are you okay?"

"I am okay, don't love school. It's just, um, okay."

"What's wrong?" Papa asked, concerned.

"Nothing. I like it fine."