Chapter 17

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Bram's P.O.V.

I woke up early this morning, so I went downstairs and to the living room.
I laid on the couch and watched Family Guy on tv.
The front door opened after half an hour and Axel came in wearing athletic shorts and a muscle shirt.
"S'up, bitch?" He said.
"Hey." I replied.
He went upstairs and I got hungry, so I went to the kitchen.

I made myself a bowl of cereal and then left the cereal, milk and a bowl out for Axel.
He came back downstairs as I finished eating and I put my bowl in the sink.
As I walked back into the living room, I realized that Axel had turned the tv off before coming into the kitchen.
I turned the tv back on and Axel walked into the living room with a huge bowl of cereal.
He snapped his fingers at me and I handed him the remote, knowing that's what he wanted.
Axel sat at the opposite end of the couch and changed it to a baseball game.

"Do you ever take that thing off?" Axel questioned.
I realized that he was talking about the hat that he gave me, which I was still wearing.
I've worn it mostly everyday, just because I know that if I wear one of my hats, he'll take it.
Since I knew he just wanted to annoy me about it, I ignored what he said.
"Loser, I asked you a question. Answer it." He said while throwing a pillow at me.
"Yeah, I do." I replied.

His phone rang and Axel answered it.
"Hey David." Axel said and he put the phone on speaker.
I gave him a disgusted look and he laughed.
"Hey Ax, what's so funny?" David replied.
I'm surprised that Axel actually laughed at something that I did, he didn't laugh because he made fun of me, he laughed because I did something funny.
"The loser looks like he's going to puke when I mentioned your name." Axel said.
"Oh, well tell him that I'm going to kill him the next time that I see him." David replied.
"He heard you." Axel smirked while looking at me.

"So Ax, Coach just moved practice from tomorrow to today." David told him.
"Shit, of course he did. Is it still at 4:30?" Axel asked.
"Yeah. Ow! Andrew! I'm gonna kill you! Ax, I got to go. I have to kill a geek." David answered.
"What a coincidence, so do I. Bye, David." Axel laughed while looking at me.
"Later, Ax." David replied and hung up.

After five minutes, Axel got a notification on his phone and he opened it.
"Tell Axel you're sorry for hitting me with a pillow and interrupting our call." I heard David say.
"Ow, stop! I'm sorry." I heard somebody else say.
Axel laughed and went to the kitchen.
He came back a few minutes later and put his phone on the coffee table.
He started doing push ups and I decided to ignore him.
I started reading an article about Star Wars and then I heard a thud.

I looked up from my phone to see Axel laying on the floor and watching baseball.
My phone dinged because I got a notification and it was a text from Wes.
"Hey, want to hang out at my house today? My dad can pick you up." Wes asked.
"Sure, I have to ask my mom first." I texted back.
I texted my mom asking her if I could go to Wes's house and since she was on her lunch break, she replied within a few minutes, saying that I could go. She also said that I had to tell Axel and Will where I was going, so I texted Will and told him that I was going to Wes's house.

"Hey Axel, Wes asked me to hang out at his house. My mom said I could go." I told him.
"Okay, I don't give a shit. As long as you're not here to bug me, it doesn't matter to me." He said.
I got up and walked upstairs, and brushed my teeth and grabbed my sunglasses.
I went downstairs and texted Wes back that I could go.

My phone dinged again and it was a text from Will.
"Okay, Bram. I will pick you up on my way home from work. Can you send me the address?" He texted back.
I sent him the address and then Wes texted me that he was here.
"Bye Axel." I said.
He ignored me and I walked out the front door.
Wes's dad was in their minivan and I got in the back and Wes did too so I wasn't alone in the back.
We drove to his house and once we got there, we went right up to Wes's room to play video games.

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