Girls Play Boy Too

Chapter Seventeen: Nice to meet you Fred and George

Unknown POV

"Morning hunny," Mum greeted when I stepped into the kitchen.

"Morning," I grunt.

"E! What did I tell you about staying up late!?" She scolded.

"Calm down lady, there's no need to shout. I was just helping Pey pack, that's why I'm so tired," I said with an eye roll as I lifted my arms up in a mock surrender.

"Don't give me sass mister, now finish eating and go get ready for school," she said as she narrowed her eyes at me.

Shit!

"Look mum I'm sorry," I said with a sigh, running a hand through my hair.

She only dismissed me with a wave of an arm and turned back to whatever she was doing.

I lazily sat down on one of the stools and rested my head on the table. Awhile later the sound of a plate being set down gained my attention, making me sit up, however once I saw exactly what was placed in front of me, I was out of my seat and as far away from mum as possible.

"What do you want?" I said as I eyed her skeptically.

"What do you mean dear?" She asked innocently.

"You know exactly what I mean, what's the catch?" I said nodded at the pancakes stacked neatly, one on top of the other, with golden glazed syrup dripping from the top.

Normally when someone makes you a delicious breakfast, is considered a kind gesture, but not in my house. If someone randomly make's you your favorite breakfast it only means one thing.

They want something.

"Oh that, it's nothing really. Just thought I'd make my favorite son breakfast before his first day of school," she smiled, making me raise an eyebrow and look at her with a blank expression.

"I'm your only son, now spill it," I stated blankly.

"Fine, we're having dinner with a very good friend of mine, later today," she mumbled, realizing I wasn't falling for her tricks anytime soon.

"What, mum!? You know I hate these things!" I half shout, "I'm not going!"

"Yes you are and that's final! Besides I have already sent you the time, so I expect to see you there."

"You can't make me," I retort.

"Your right I can't. You don't have to go, if...you want to be grounded for two weeks," she said with a satisfied grin.

"You can't do that!!"

"Yes I can, I'm your mother"

Shit she actually can, think...

"What about the boy's. I'm supposed to be meeting up with them later?"

"That's not a problem because they've also been invited," she said in a matter-of-fact voice.

"But..."

"You were saying," she said knowing all to well that she had already won this argument.

"Nothing," I said defeatedly.

"Good, now go get ready"

"What about my pancakes?" I asked in disbelief.

"You had your chance, and blew it," she said with a shrug.

"But..y..you...what?" I gape at her.

"Just kidding hunny," she laughs, "they'll still be waiting for you by the time you finish getting ready, now go"