You walked down happily the next day, making yourself some cereal.
"Y/n? You should be in bed", your mum commented, clearly not as happy as you were. You turned around giving her a tight lipped smile like a little jerk, "I feel much better, I must've eaten something bad, it's not the flu."
She slowly nodded watching you now eat the cereal. "So mum", you start lying, "Can I drop by at Luke's? He left his headphones here yesterday."
Your mum nodded and left the kitchen without a word, while you stayed grinning devilishly. You let that approval sink in before you started jumping around; victoriously pumping your fists up in the air. Then you simmered down, getting back to your cereal. You whispered to yourself with a full mouth, "Oh, Hemmings, you're so going down."
You held the bowl in your hand, walking over to the window above the sink only to see Andrew socialise with your dad in front of your houses. You rolled your eyes and when they looked your way, the very instant you dropped yourself to the floor, crouching on the tiles.
"Shit"; you murmur to yourself looking aside, then shrug and get back to your cereal as if none of this happened.
