~~This is my first one so bare with me. Also, on a side note, I know chesters the older, but in this story he's the younger cause like, I said so and what I say goes right? heheh, I hope you enjoy :-D~~

Waking up to the loud chirping of his alarm clock, Mike groaned, reaching over and hitting the off switch. Laying there for a second, he tried to capture the last fleeting thoughts of his dream. As the dream flittered away, Mike sighed, muttering to himself while sitting up on his bed.

“It was just a dream anyways. Maybe one day my life would be like that,” I mutter, sitting on the edge of my bed, I thought about the coming day. It was 6:30 in the morning. I have an hour and a half before school started. I stand up and rubbing my hands through my hair and taking a deep breath. Grabbing a pair of jeans from the closet, and a t-shirt and boxers from the dresser I head for the bathroom to take a shower. Walking down the hallway to the shower, I heard sounds coming from the kitchen downstairs. Mom must be making breakfast, I thought, or attempting to anyways. I don’t know why she even bothers, we all know half the time its just a burned lump when she finishes with it. Shaking my head in dismay, I entered the bathroom, turning on the light and closing the door. Walking over to the shower, I pull the curtain back and turn the water on, letting it run over my hand till its warmed up till how I like it. Pulling off my clothes I climbed into the shower. After standing in there for quite awhile I decide I better start washing up. When I’m done I climb out and dry off with the new orange towels we bought the other day. It’s so soft. I just stand there rubbing it for a minute.

After I throw my clothes in the laundry hamper I grab my backpack off my desk and head downstairs to the kitchen. I glance over at mom standing by the sink shoving something down the food disposal. I pick the lid up off of the skillet she’s cooking with, releasing a big cloud of smoke and steam. All I see is a bunch of black strips of something.

“Its supposed to be hash browns,” she says, wiping her hands on an already black covered apron, showing she must have been at it for awhile. Her long brown hair was up in a pony tail, strands sticking up all over. She must have been in a hurry today. I glance at the clock as I hear a car honk out front.

“That’ll be Chester. He’s picking me up today because he had something he wanted to talk about on the way to school.” I said. Her face scrunching up into a weird shape, mom walks over to the counter and takes 20 dollars out of her purse and hands it to me.

“You guys can pick up something to eat on the way then, and I’ll…dispose of this,” she said, gesturing to the mass of pans and the skillet. Giving her a hug goodbye, which I immediately regret when I noticed the black splotches I now have on my shirt, and telling her thanks, I head out the front door.

“Morning,” I say to Chester, as I climb in his car.

“G’morning,” he says back to me, rubbing his steering wheel with his hand, and looking pointedly at me. At 16, being a year younger then me, he seems to enjoy rubbing in my face that he has his own car and I don’t. I think his car is nothing to brag about Half the time he’s had it, its been in the shop being repaired for different things.

“Hey, lets stop over at the 7 eleven down on the corner. Mom ruined breakfast again, so I got money for some food before school, and I’m starved.” I said, pointing at the little store. There is always something to eat there. With the collage being just a few blocks away, they always keep their shelves stocked full. As we pull into the parking lot and get out of his car, I glance over at him from over the roof of the car. He was looking a little pale today. “You alright man?” I asked, worried about him. We’ve known each other since second grade, and he was always more like a brother to me than anything.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Lets go grab some eats and head out,” Chester stammered, heading into the store. After a second, I turned to follow him in.

Standing in line waiting for our turn to pay for our food, Chester kept wiping his hands on his pants. I am really starting to worry about him. Maybe it has something to do with what he wanted to talk about on the way to school. I have no idea what it could be though. We’ve always told each other everything. I hope he’s not getting sick. I always thought I cared for him a little more then a friend should, but no more then that. He’s just more like a brother.

“Excuse me?” the cashier says, startling me out of my wandering thoughts.

“Sorry,” I apologized, adding my stuff next to Chesters on the counter. Paying the cashier and gathering my stuff, I head out to Chesters car. Opening the door I climb in, and lay my food out on my lap. Once we start down the road I asked Chester what he wanted to talk about and if he was feeling alright.

“I’m fine…” he mutters, wiping his palms on his pants again. “Mike...I…uh…I…there’s something I really need to tell you. I probably should have told you this before, but…”

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