-------Jason's POV------
When my alarm went off, at 5:30, I jumped out of bed, landing on the floor with a muffled yelp, hitting my head on the corner of my bed. Rubbing it ruefully, I stood, grabbed some clothes and headed off to the bathroom.
After getting ready for my day, and a quick breakfast, I quickly started doing my chores. Study date (no. My... get together, maybe? Whatever it is) or no, my mom would want my chores done.
Finally, at around 8:30, I finished washing the dishes from last night, cleaning the bathroom and kitchen, taking out the garbage, and vacuuming my room. I kinda felt bad for the people below me, but I'd make it up to them later.
------Riley's POV------
Who vacuums their room at 7 in the morning? I was busy sleeping.
------Jason's POV------
I checked the clock, then smiled. I still had time to make another breakfast. And Saturday means lots of pancakes.
And by lots, I mean enough for breakfast for the next week or so.
I put in my earbuds, humming along to the music, while not wanting to wake anyone who wasn't awake. But if I jumped a little, or stomped on accident, who would be able to tell?
------Riley's POV------
I gave up, going to the kitchen to try and get some breakfast, when the ceiling thumped.
I paused, but didn't hear anything.
I continued getting my cereal, when it thumped again.
This time, I said, "Do it again, I dare ya."
I got no response, so I smiled and sat down. I sunk the spoon into the cereal, but before I could stick it in my mouth, the ceiling thumped once more.
"Mom!" I called, walking over to my parent's room.
"Riley, it's Saturday, and Saturday means no waking up early." Mom said, opening the door and glaring at me.
"I tried that, but our neighbors upstairs are thumping."
"Thumping?" She asked.
A thump sounded, and I just pointed up at the ceiling. "Ya see?"
"Huh, so they are thumping," Mom said. "And what do you want me to do about it?"
"You're the killer shark lady, go make them feel bad, dig up some dirt, I don't care. I want to eat my breakfast in peace."
"Riley, I'm sure they have a good reason for thumping."
The ceiling thumped as if in agreement.
"But mom, they woke me up! And they'll wake everyone else up too, and then you'll have to deal with three grumpy children."
"Three?" Mom asked in confusion.
Dad's snores echoes through the room. "Yip, yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip."
"Right. Three," Mom said, before sighing. "Give me fifteen minutes."
I angrily huffed, and stormed to the kitchen to eat my cereal in peace. After breakfast, I walked to my room and sat in the bay window, awaiting Maya's arrival.
------Jason's POV------
As I was putting the finishing touches on Mom's pile of chocolate pancakes with whipped cream, I heard a knock on the front door. I quickly stuffed my earbuds in my pocket and hurried to the door.
"Hello?" I said, opening the door to find Topanga Matthews standing there.
"Hi, Topanga Matthews."
"Jason Anderson. Your husband's my history teacher?"
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Girl Meets Closet
FanfictionAll Jason Anderson wanted was to get through history class. His life was hard enough as is. But when Mr. Matthews calls on him to share some thoughts, his life will change. For better or worse, he needs to be ready to take on the world.
