Best Friend's Brother (Frogger + KevinR778)

[KevinR778]

David had just woken up a moment ago, sitting up in his bed and stretching out. He hopped up our of bed as he yawned, walking out of his room in his form of pijamas which were a pair of boxed shorts. He walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He turned on the shower and once it warmed up, he hopped right in. He stood at 6 feet 1 inch tall. The water running along his fit toned body as he lathered shampoo into his short brown hair, hoping not to get any in his dark green eyes. The tan on his skin only a few shades lighter than his brown hair, the soap gliding along the contours of his torso.

It was a Saturday, and he knew his sister had invited a friend over, though he didn't pay too much mind. Once he was all cleaned up, he hopped out to dry off. Not taking too long as he was soon walking back to his room with the towel wrapped around his waist. He went into his room and closed the door over, getting dressed. He put on a dark blue t-shirt and some beige baggy shorts. He fixed his hair, messed up from drying it before, then heading downstairs to grab some breakfast.

 

[Frogger]

Lindsay woke up with a loud groan of protest, rolling over onto her side. No….I don’t want to get up…. The alarm clock continued to beep, and so she sent it a glare before slamming her hand down on the snooze button. Ugh….Okay, okay, I’m up… A tirade consisting of curses and grumblings about the morning ran through her mind as she sat up, the sheets bunching up around her waist. Yawning, she raised her hands high above her head, stretching her back as she twisted left, then right. Her long blond hair shimmered down her back in a wave of molten gold, catching the rays of light that just managed to come in through the blinds. Dark sleepy blue eyes studied the messy room, disregarding the mess as the girl finally got up out of bed. She wasn’t a morning person. Never has been, and probably never will be. It was just annoying to have to even get up so early. Wait…what time was it?

Wait a second….It’s not even a weekday. It’s Saturday….So why did she even set the alarm? The teenager let loose another groan, rolling her eyes as she headed down to the bathroom. Her pajamas were a matching set of light purple, a tank top and a pair of shorts covered in little stars. Being pale, the ensemble looked very good on her, though it did look rather big due to her petite height of five foot seven. Downstairs she could hear her father cooking breakfast, the aromatic smell of bacon wafting throughout the house.

 

[KevinR778]

(sorry for the delay! Life sort of took me hostage)

David had headed down the stairs, walking over to the kitchen through the living room. He saw his dad preparing the bacon while his mother was starting on the eggs. He grabbed a drink and took a sip, sitting at the table and tapping his hand to a made up beat. He waited for his parents to finish cooking, getting hungrier and hungrier by the minute. The smell of freshly cooked bacon was so tempting to his stomach, along with the added smell of the eggs. He tried to ignore his rumbling stomach for the time being, looking over to the living room. He wondered if his sister was awake, surely the bacon smell had to have reached upstairs by now. He shrugged and figured she'd be down eventually. It was after all it happened every sunday.

 

[Frogger]

(No, it’s fine. I was hit by a dose of real life too. Ugh, exams. Gotta hate them.)

Breakfast was a quiet affair. Lindsay’s parents never did like to make a whole lot of fuss about anything, not even birthdays. It was pretty annoying. There was no excitement in her life, it seemed. Everything was so predictable…. Why couldn’t they be cooler? She ate up as quickly as she could, though she couldn’t help but enjoy the flavor of the bacon, the texture of the eggs and the crunch of the toast. Once she was done, she jumped up from the table and hurried upstairs. What do you even wear when meeting your best friend’s family? She wondered. Formal? Casual? Or somewhere in-between? Her eyes immediately flashed over to her closet, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip. Maybe wearing something… a little dressy is a better option. She wasn’t sure what the parents were like. It was better to be safe than sorry.