It was barely the break of dawn on the early Saturday morning. It was around 8 am, the light of the early morning sun peaking through the navy blue blinds of Dylan’s windows. He growled at the light gently licked at his eyelids, rolling over and burrowing his head back under the blankets to hide from the relentless voyage of the light.

He heard the faint sound of his mother calling up for him, probably for breakfast. It made him groan, slowly pushing the blanket back onto the bed before stretching out his limbs, letting out a barely audible little moan as he did so.

He carefully sat up and inched his lower body around to the end of the bed, his feet sliding off and pressing against the delicate carpet below. He slowly stood up, sluggishly staggering over to the door then out into the hallway. After taking his delicate time down the hallway and stairs, he wobbled towards the kitchen door and rubbed his eyes.

The peaceful aroma filled the atmosphere around the kitchen as well. Sounds and scents of sizzling eggs and bacon filled the air, along with the sight of the gentle morning sun peaking past the cracked door, along with the faint sound of voices muffled by the pleasant sounds of breakfast.

Dylan pushed the door open and yawned as he lazily dragged himself into the quant kitchen. He plopped down at a seat at one of the tables, waving good morning to his mom. She looked back to him from the stove, giving her son a warm smile before speaking.

“Oh, honey I’m so glad you’re finally up! One of your friends from school came over. He’s such a sweetheart, too! Oh, darling I'm so glad you’re making friends again!”

She said with a soft giggle, causing Dylan to let his head lean ever so slightly to the side in confusion. He didn’t remember telling Max his address, then again it could have been one of his older and more distant friends coming over to ask him for help with a school project.

“Uhh...what’s their name? I’ve met a few new people so I just uh...want to verify who…”

He yawned and rested his head on the oak wood table, his cheek pressed against his arm for comfort. Another voice spoke up, confident and familiar. One he absolutely despised.

“Awww, you forgot about me?”

Markus said with laughter following his words. When Dylan’s eyes shot across the table to land on the figure he somehow didn’t notice when he walked in. Markus winked at him, which further irritated Dylan. It was like he had suddenly been injected with all the 5 hour energy in the world, directly into his heart. He stood up so quickly his vision faltered on him, but Dylan didn’t seem to care. He quickly stomped over to Markus and grabbed their wrist, yanking them up.

Dylan wasn’t very strong, so if Markus wanted he could stay seated, but he let Dylan pull him up out of his seat. Dylan’s mother looked back at them bother, gave them a weird look.

“Uh...sorry mama, can you umm...give us a moment? Thank you”

Dylan said warmly to her, before dragging Markus out of the kitchen and into his room. He could hear his mother laughing at them as they exited the kitchen. Ugh, why did the world hate him today?!

Dylan closed the door gently behind him, not wanting to slam it. His rage quickly returned as he turned to look back at Markus, who was comfortably laying down on Dylan’s bed with his legs crossed.

“Come on in, the water’s fine~”

Markus chuckled lowly, with a nasty little grin. Dylan rolled his eyes, before storming over to his desk and grabbing his notepad and pen, scribbling aggressively onto the paper. It just made Markus laugh.

“What’s wrong Moore? Cat got ya tongue?”

Almost as soon as Markus finished, Dylan pulled a plastic spatula out from the notepad and swerved around on his heel, before smacking Markus in the face with it. For a moment, Markus seemed shocked, but quickly recovered and rubbed his now cherry red cheek.

“Hit me again, daddy~”

He joked, causing Dylan to growl in infuriation.

“Can you just— just stop? That’s disgusting! We’re teenagers!”

“...you do know teenagers have sex too, right?”

“Wait they do-It was barely the break of dawn on the early Saturday morning. It was around 8 am, the light of the early morning sun peaking through the navy blue blinds of Dylan’s windows. He growled at the light gently licked at his eyelids, rolling over and burrowing his head back under the blankets to hide from the relentless voyage of the light.

He heard the faint sound of his mother calling up for him, probably for breakfast. It made him groan, slowly pushing the blanket back onto the bed before stretching out his limbs, letting out a barely audible little moan as he did so.

He carefully sat up and inched his lower body around to the end of the bed, his feet sliding off and pressing against the delicate carpet below. He slowly stood up, sluggishly staggering over to the door then out into the hallway. After taking his delicate time down the hallway and stairs, he wobbled towards the kitchen door and rubbed his eyes.

The peaceful aroma filled the atmosphere around the kitchen as well. Sounds and scents of sizzling eggs and bacon filled the air, along with the sight of the gentle morning sun peaking past the cracked door, along with the faint sound of voices muffled by the pleasant sounds of breakfast.

Dylan pushed the door open and yawned as he lazily dragged himself into the quant kitchen. He plopped down at a seat at one of the tables, waving good morning to his mom. She looked back to him from the stove, giving her son a warm smile before speaking.

“Oh, honey I’m so glad you’re finally up! One of your friends from school came over. He’s such a sweetheart, too! Oh, darling I'm so glad you’re making friends again!”

She said with a soft giggle, causing Dylan to let his head lean ever so slightly to the side in confusion. He didn’t remember telling Max his address, then again it could have been one of his older and more distant friends coming over to ask him for help with a school project.

“Uhh...what’s their name? I’ve met a few new people so I just uh...want to verify who…”

He yawned and rested his head on the oak wood table, his cheek pressed against his arm for comfort. Another voice spoke up, confident and familiar. One he absolutely despised.

“Awww, you forgot about me?”

Markus said with laughter following his words. When Dylan’s eyes shot across the table to land on the figure he somehow didn’t notice when he walked in. Markus winked at him, which further irritated Dylan. It was like he had suddenly been injected with all the 5 hour energy in the world, directly into his heart. He stood up so quickly his vision faltered on him, but Dylan didn’t seem to care. He quickly stomped over to Markus and grabbed their wrist, yanking them up.

Dylan wasn’t very strong, so if Markus wanted he could stay seated, but he let Dylan pull him up out of his seat. Dylan’s mother looked back at them bother, gave them a weird look.

“Uh...sorry mama, can you umm...give us a moment? Thank you”

Dylan said warmly to her, before dragging Markus out of the kitchen and into his room. He could hear his mother laughing at them as they exited the kitchen. Ugh, why did the world hate him today?!

Dylan closed the door gently behind him, not wanting to slam it. His rage quickly returned as he turned to look back at Markus, who was comfortably laying down on Dylan’s bed with his legs crossed.

“Come on in, the water’s fine~”

Markus chuckled lowly, with a nasty little grin. Dylan rolled his eyes, before storming over to his desk and grabbing his notepad and pen, scribbling aggressively onto the paper. It just made Markus laugh.

“What’s wrong Moore? Cat got ya tongue?”

Almost as soon as Markus finished, Dylan pulled a plastic spatula out from the notepad and swerved around on his heel, before smacking Markus in the face with it. For a moment, Markus seemed shocked, but quickly recovered and rubbed his now cherry red cheek.

“Hit me again, daddy~”

He joked, causing Dylan to growl in infuriation.

“Can you just— just stop? That’s disgusting! We’re teenagers!”

“...you do know teenagers have sex too, right?”

“Wait they do-It was barely the break of dawn on the early Saturday morning. It was around 8 am, the light of the early morning sun peaking through the navy blue blinds of Dylan’s windows. He growled at the light gently licked at his eyelids, rolling over and burrowing his head back under the blankets to hide from the relentless voyage of the light.

He heard the faint sound of his mother calling up for him, probably for breakfast. It made him groan, slowly pushing the blanket back onto the bed before stretching out his limbs, letting out a barely audible little moan as he did so.

He carefully sat up and inched his lower body around to the end of the bed, his feet sliding off and pressing against the delicate carpet below. He slowly stood up, sluggishly staggering over to the door then out into the hallway. After taking his delicate time down the hallway and stairs, he wobbled towards the kitchen door and rubbed his eyes.

The peaceful aroma filled the atmosphere around the kitchen as well. Sounds and scents of sizzling eggs and bacon filled the air, along with the sight of the gentle morning sun peaking past the cracked door, along with the faint sound of voices muffled by the pleasant sounds of breakfast.

Dylan pushed the door open and yawned as he lazily dragged himself into the quant kitchen. He plopped down at a seat at one of the tables, waving good morning to his mom. She looked back to him from the stove, giving her son a warm smile before speaking.

“Oh, honey I’m so glad you’re finally up! One of your friends from school came over. He’s such a sweetheart, too! Oh, darling I'm so glad you’re making friends again!”

She said with a soft giggle, causing Dylan to let his head lean ever so slightly to the side in confusion. He didn’t remember telling Max his address, then again it could have been one of his older and more distant friends coming over to ask him for help with a school project.

“Uhh...what’s their name? I’ve met a few new people so I just uh...want to verify who…”

He yawned and rested his head on the oak wood table, his cheek pressed against his arm for comfort. Another voice spoke up, confident and familiar. One he absolutely despised.

“Awww, you forgot about me?”

Markus said with laughter following his words. When Dylan’s eyes shot across the table to land on the figure he somehow didn’t notice when he walked in. Markus winked at him, which further irritated Dylan. It was like he had suddenly been injected with all the 5 hour energy in the world, directly into his heart. He stood up so quickly his vision faltered on him, but Dylan didn’t seem to care. He quickly stomped over to Markus and grabbed their wrist, yanking them up.

Dylan wasn’t very strong, so if Markus wanted he could stay seated, but he let Dylan pull him up out of his seat. Dylan’s mother looked back at them bother, gave them a weird look.

“Uh...sorry mama, can you umm...give us a moment? Thank you”

Dylan said warmly to her, before dragging Markus out of the kitchen and into his room. He could hear his mother laughing at them as they exited the kitchen. Ugh, why did the world hate him today?!

Dylan closed the door gently behind him, not wanting to slam it. His rage quickly returned as he turned to look back at Markus, who was comfortably laying down on Dylan’s bed with his legs crossed.

“Come on in, the water’s fine~”

Markus chuckled lowly, with a nasty little grin. Dylan rolled his eyes, before storming over to his desk and grabbing his notepad and pen, scribbling aggressively onto the paper. It just made Markus laugh.

“What’s wrong Moore? Cat got ya tongue?”

Almost as soon as Markus finished, Dylan pulled a plastic spatula out from the notepad and swerved around on his heel, before smacking Markus in the face with it. For a moment, Markus seemed shocked, but quickly recovered and rubbed his now cherry red cheek.

“Hit me again, daddy~”

He joked, causing Dylan to growl in infuriation.

“Can you just— just stop? That’s disgusting! We’re teenagers!”

“...you do know teenagers have sex too, right?”

“Wait they do-