Unlikely ✓

Fourteen: Dropped Calls

POV: Zen Teller

For once it wasn't a total nightmare waking up in the Teller house.  Usually, it was being rudely awoken to screaming matches or being pushed out of bed for no good reason.

Instead, it was calm—or at least it wasn't as loud when I made my way upstairs.

Dusk stayed over at their girlfriend's house last night, even if they said the girl was only a friend—or at least for now.

"Well if this is the occasion for Dusk having one of their sleepovers then I'm going to tell them to leave more often," I muttered.

Davis was in the kitchen making chocolate chip muffins for breakfast.  A.k.a the best breakfast I could have asked for.

As I went to take one off the counter Davis slapped my hand away.  "You have to leave in five minutes and you are wearing a comforter.  Go get dressed."

I rolled my eyes.  "Oh come on.  Maybe I'm sick today—"

"Like hell you are.  Get dressed or I'll have Mock pick out your outfit."

At the mention of his name Mock took a seat and like the ass he was, he started eating one of the muffins.

"You are evil, both of you actually," I mutter before going back downstairs.  Off into the only place that was apparently safe to wear boxers briefs and a comforter as a fashion statement.

A statement that says: "Leave me the fuck alone."  Why wouldn't I want to make that statement?

I threw the navy bedding somewhere near my bed before trying to find something that didn't totally look like it's been worn, then doing the same test but with smell.

Once I found a shirt that looked and smelled okay I brushed my teeth and grabbed my backpack that I would be using as a pillow for most of the day.

My phone buzzed as I was halfway up the stairs before I had to go back down and have a staring match with a small blue bottle.

"I could be insane today or I could sleep.  Oh, the possibilities."

It probably wasn't the greatest that I was talking to a bottle of pills but at least I had a better sense of humor than some of the therapists I saw in the past.

I took the one and a half pills and after the fifth time, they were actually down.  The disgusting taste of them lingering to remind me of everything I hate in the world.

"Okay but what if she was just lying and she couldn't actually take your voice," Mock loudly discussed.

I took a muffin off the counter and slowly felt better with no longer having pill dust on my tongue but instead the heavenly taste of sugar and chocolate.

"Why would she lie?  She made the deal and that meant losing her voice," Davis countered.

Even with chocolate and medication, it was too early for this bullshit.

"It is the little mermaid.  Shut up about it already, it ends happily.  Why are you two complaining?" I question.

They both ignored me.

"Okay, dickheads I'm going back to sleep if you're going to just talk about a princess who lived in a pineapple under the sea but much less interesting."

They shut up after that.

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School sucked like I thought it would.

I could have been home in bed reading about people getting murdered or watching it on TV. 

Instead, I was trying not to smash my head into the shitty laptop I had in front of me.