BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-
Swearing under his breath, Ryan reached a hand out from under the sheets towards the source of the noise and pressed down on the first button his hand could find. He always managed to find the snooze button; regardless of how tired he was or how many new 'unbreakable' alarm clocks his mother bought him.
Ryan pushed the sheets off him and sat up on the side of the bed. His head was spinning and his eyes stung... he felt exhausted even after his sleep. What happened last night?
"Where you goin'?" Ryan jumped clean off the bed and spun around in surprise, then began to relax again, a strange smile spreading across his face. Now he remembered!
"I'm gonna make ye some breakfast!" Ryan declared.
"Well, in that case, I’ll have some toast and a cup of tea. Thanks!" The girl, was her name Vanessa? Bah, didn't matter. The girl put on a cheery smile and rolled over again.
Ryan pushed himself off the bed and staggered a few feet away from it. He was still wearing boxers, for whatever reason, but he would still have to properly cover himself.
Not only was his house freezing, but his mother seemed to hate seeing her son wander around the house half-naked. What was wrong with it?
Pulling up a pair of jeans and crawling into a pink unbuttoned shirt, Ryan gave a quick smile to the beauty in his bed before walking out to the landing.
Since when did the stairs get so long? Meh, didn't matter. He always slid down the banister anyway. However, it did feel like a stupid thing to do, given his present circumstances...
Instead, Ryan used the banister as support to make his way done the stairs. This hangover would take a few days to wear off... a few days at least. How much had he drunk? He was sure he only took a few shots of Brandy, but after that everything became a blur...
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-
Apparently, Vanessa or Rachel or whoever it was knew how to turn off an alarm clock without smashing it to bits. He would have to ask her how later. He had a breakfast to make.
Finally, he made it down! Now he just had to get to the kitchen...
"Who's the pretty lady?" How did his mother get down the stairs so fast!?
"Dunno. Forgot 'er name. Don't worry, it'll come back te' me!" Ryan hastily added the last part after seeing the look in her eyes as she turned to face him.
"You do know your way to young to be drinking..." She turned her attention back to the newspaper in her hands. Once you got down the stairs, the kitchen and the living room branched off in a sort of T-junction with the living room to the left and the kitchen to the right.
Unfortunately, the builders had the nerve, the nerve, to put the bathroom upstairs. They obviously had no intention of living here whatsoever.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Ryan didn't like to go near any subject that involved his old man. He preferred to leave questions unanswered. About him, anyway.
"Feelin' any better?" Ryan asked while walking towards the fridge.
"Ha, I should be asking you that question, the way you staggered in here, at a half-three, with that girl under your arm."
Ouch.
"Heh, I feel fine Ma." Ryan knew she was trying to avoid talking about her personal health. In that way, she was a lot like him. In other ways...
Trying to avoid any more awkward questions and evasive answers, Ryan hurriedly threw bread into the toaster and made himself and - Michelle, that was it! - a cup of tea. He had finished up in less than 5 minutes.
Wonder what the gang's up to? Ryan thought to himself with a smirk on his face. Heh, probably all off to scho-
"Oh, shit!"
"Watch your language!"
"Am late for school!"
"Oh... hahaha..."
"That's not funny!"
"Yes...it is..."
He would be getting no sympathy from her. He had to get a move on. Quick! Dashing up the stairs, Ryan bolted into his room, scaring the life out of Michelle and thrown on socks, shoes and a jacket before diving back down the stairs, swallowing his tea in a single gulp (and spitting most of it out again, much to his mothers annoyance), then bolted out the door, leaving an explanation to his mother.
Soon afterwards, Michelle wandered down the stairs too. She swivelled her head fro side to side as if shaking off a headache, then turned to go into the kitchen. Ignoring Ryan's mother, she moved for the cup of tea whilst ignoring the toast.
"Where's he off to in such a rush?" Michelle directed this question towards Ryan's Mother.
"Oh, he's off to school." She replied with a faint smile on her face.
"Wait, you mean he still goes to school!? Why didn't he tell me!?"
The smile on Ryan's Mothers face grew wider with each word spoke. It always seemed to take them by surprise.
Swearing under his breath, Ryan reached a hand out from under the sheets towards the source of the noise and pressed down on the first button his hand could find. He always managed to find the snooze button; regardless of how tired he was or how many new 'unbreakable' alarm clocks his mother bought him.
Ryan pushed the sheets off him and sat up on the side of the bed. His head was spinning and his eyes stung... he felt exhausted even after his sleep. What happened last night?
"Where you goin'?" Ryan jumped clean off the bed and spun around in surprise, then began to relax again, a strange smile spreading across his face. Now he remembered!
"I'm gonna make ye some breakfast!" Ryan declared.
"Well, in that case, I’ll have some toast and a cup of tea. Thanks!" The girl, was her name Vanessa? Bah, didn't matter. The girl put on a cheery smile and rolled over again.
Ryan pushed himself off the bed and staggered a few feet away from it. He was still wearing boxers, for whatever reason, but he would still have to properly cover himself.
Not only was his house freezing, but his mother seemed to hate seeing her son wander around the house half-naked. What was wrong with it?
Pulling up a pair of jeans and crawling into a pink unbuttoned shirt, Ryan gave a quick smile to the beauty in his bed before walking out to the landing.
Since when did the stairs get so long? Meh, didn't matter. He always slid down the banister anyway. However, it did feel like a stupid thing to do, given his present circumstances...
Instead, Ryan used the banister as support to make his way done the stairs. This hangover would take a few days to wear off... a few days at least. How much had he drunk? He was sure he only took a few shots of Brandy, but after that everything became a blur...
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-
Apparently, Vanessa or Rachel or whoever it was knew how to turn off an alarm clock without smashing it to bits. He would have to ask her how later. He had a breakfast to make.
Finally, he made it down! Now he just had to get to the kitchen...
"Who's the pretty lady?" How did his mother get down the stairs so fast!?
"Dunno. Forgot 'er name. Don't worry, it'll come back te' me!" Ryan hastily added the last part after seeing the look in her eyes as she turned to face him.
"You do know your way to young to be drinking..." She turned her attention back to the newspaper in her hands. Once you got down the stairs, the kitchen and the living room branched off in a sort of T-junction with the living room to the left and the kitchen to the right.
Unfortunately, the builders had the nerve, the nerve, to put the bathroom upstairs. They obviously had no intention of living here whatsoever.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Ryan didn't like to go near any subject that involved his old man. He preferred to leave questions unanswered. About him, anyway.
"Feelin' any better?" Ryan asked while walking towards the fridge.
"Ha, I should be asking you that question, the way you staggered in here, at a half-three, with that girl under your arm."
Ouch.
"Heh, I feel fine Ma." Ryan knew she was trying to avoid talking about her personal health. In that way, she was a lot like him. In other ways...
Trying to avoid any more awkward questions and evasive answers, Ryan hurriedly threw bread into the toaster and made himself and - Michelle, that was it! - a cup of tea. He had finished up in less than 5 minutes.
Wonder what the gang's up to? Ryan thought to himself with a smirk on his face. Heh, probably all off to scho-
"Oh, shit!"
"Watch your language!"
"Am late for school!"
"Oh... hahaha..."
"That's not funny!"
"Yes...it is..."
He would be getting no sympathy from her. He had to get a move on. Quick! Dashing up the stairs, Ryan bolted into his room, scaring the life out of Michelle and thrown on socks, shoes and a jacket before diving back down the stairs, swallowing his tea in a single gulp (and spitting most of it out again, much to his mothers annoyance), then bolted out the door, leaving an explanation to his mother.
Soon afterwards, Michelle wandered down the stairs too. She swivelled her head fro side to side as if shaking off a headache, then turned to go into the kitchen. Ignoring Ryan's mother, she moved for the cup of tea whilst ignoring the toast.
"Where's he off to in such a rush?" Michelle directed this question towards Ryan's Mother.
"Oh, he's off to school." She replied with a faint smile on her face.
"Wait, you mean he still goes to school!? Why didn't he tell me!?"
The smile on Ryan's Mothers face grew wider with each word spoke. It always seemed to take them by surprise.
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