Breathe : skephalo

Huges : cheaper nine

Slight trigger warning

This story in no way having the characters be similar to the real people, keep that in mind.

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(zak)

The smell of eggs and bacon made in into my room, awakening me.

As I sat up, yawning, my duvet fell down revealing my naked torso. The cold air sending goosebumps up my arms and down my legs, I shivered before abruptly standing up and making my way over to the closet and grabbing one of my oversized hoodie and some sweatpants.

I quickly pulled the hoodie over my head and pants up my legs before making my over my bedroom door which was slightly open, the light from the hallway shining through the crack and was also the only light source in my room.

With summer almost over and fall closing in, the darker and colder it got. Which also meant I had picked out my clothes in complete darkness.

I grabbed my door handle and opened the door, stepping out of my room I could hear the sound of food cooking on the stove and the radio in our kitchen playing some type of British song/rap, and Isaac mumbling along.

I quietly chuckled and made my way over to our bathroom. Closing and locking the door behind me I rubbed my eyes and slowly made my way over to the sink.

Putting my arms above my head  I yawned and arched my back, my spine giving a satisfying three cracks. I continued with my neck, then my fingers and to last my toes. Feeling all cracked up I walked over to the toilet suddenly having to pee, I put the seat up and did my business.

Flushing the toilet I put the seat down again and returned back at the sink to wash my hands, drying them off with the towel next to the sink, I for the first time since entering looked up at myself in the mirror.

I had picked out one of my favourite hoodies which was this beautiful blue that was somehow vibrant but at the same time kinda pastel. It's completely plain except this small logo on my shoulder, in the further, I really wanted to make my own personal hoodie, cause, even though this was one of my favourites, it was still missing something?

The sweatpants I picked put were completely black, so I couldn't really mess up the outfit.

I looked up at my face, you would think after living with my face for sixteen years I would get used to the disgust and disappointment, but no, it still felt like the same hard slap to the face.

I sighed and brushed my finger through my hair, at least I could make that look semi-okay. Putting on deodorant and perfume I skipped brushing my teen knowing I was gonna eat breakfast and didn't want the mint taste ruining the food, before walking over to the door, unlocking it, and stepping out into the hallway once again.

Sighing softly I made my way over and down the stairs to the main floor. Walking down the last step I looked forward into the kitchen where Isaac was using the spatula as I microphone and full on singing the now different song that was playing on the radio.

Watching him goofing around I couldn't help but laugh at his dance moves and when his voice couldn't hit the high notes. As the song came to an end I wiped my eyes and pushed myself off the floor cause mid-laugh my legs just gave up, resulting in me laying on the floor.

"good morning zaky!" Isaac sang as he put the food on the two plates he had put on the counter beforehand, "good morning goof" I replied back while grabbing two cups from the cupboard and walking over to the fridge to fill them up juice, filling Issac's with orange juice and mine with apple.

This was what we did almost every morning, Issac made the food and I got us juice. Except the days Isaac is passed out beside his bed after drinking too much.