Butterfly-Phone-Cord

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France, What. Let's get rich and buy everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance, "Derby! If you want a ride to school you better get your ass out of bed now!" a shrill voice screamed from the bottom of the stairs. Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants, you and I, you and I. "And could you turn that crap off? No one wants to listen to your 'music' at this hour!" Music? Once realizing his mother was yelling at him from the stairs and that he had left his music on by mistake the boy jumped from bed and dashed to his laptop to qui

Adam was startled awake by a buzzing near his ear. From: Echo Your mom makes the best bacon He jumped from the texted to the clock on the wall, adjacent his bed. To: Echo What are you doing in my house at 9:30AM on a Sunday?! Once he was fully awake he recognized the smell of bacon entering his room, causing his stomach to growl. Slowly raising from his bed and stretching before getting dressed in the usual plaid shirt, vest and jeans, before trudging downstairs. "Morning, Adam. Echo's here." Rachel chimed happily from the stove, now frying eggs. "Oh really you don't say." Adam rolled his eyes sarcastically at his mother before takin

Derby squeezed tighter, never wanting to let go. Once they finally pulled apart Derby thanked Adam before washing his face and returning to their table. Echo looked up suddenly, smiling. "Did you guys have a quickie or something? You were in there for a long time." The few more people who had wondered in the shop glanced in their direction. Echo laughed as Derby glared in her direction. Adam piped in, "Echo you should say that in public it's kind of rude." She only shrugged in response, picking up her phone to text, laughing occasionally. She put her phone in her purse, smiling. "Might jet soon, there's a Star Wars marathon on TV at 4. I

A small box decorated in bright stripped paper and topped with a large blue placed in the middle of the package; which kept the tag reading: "To: Adam From: Derby" in place, was laying on a science lab table, gripped tightly by its current possessor. Said possessor watched as other classmates approached their teacher's desk smiling brightly and reciting a kind "Merry Christmas, Mr. Young." Before scurrying off with their friends once again. He also needed to go up there to give Adam his Christmas gift but he was scared, his gift wasn't as good as anyone else's but at least he got something right? Derby stood, confidence draining the moment

40. 4:29 PM "Oh don't worry I'll be there 3:30, tops!!"  The young genius imitated his boyfriend in annoyance. "3:30 my ass...." He looked at the clock on the wall across from him, reading approximately 4:20, 10 more minutes and he was leaving. Adam began to tap on the bottle of wine that was placed on the table soon after he arrived; the stack of ice it was once sitting in was now mostly a puddle of water. This only made him angrier. "One night that's all I ask for and he can't even do that he always ditches, this is unbelievable..." He began unloosening his tie, throwing it on the table and slouched back in his chair frustrated. "Derbs..