Page 62 of Fate in Motion
I nod. “Same!”
He tosses off the covers and stretches his arms above his head, and that’s when I glance down and I see his full morning wood.
“What are you looking at?” he asks.
I smirk, point to the tent in his shorts, and say, “Someone’s a little excited this morning.”
“You’re a pervert,” he replies flatly. “It’s not like that. I have to pee. My body is clearly making sure I don’t piss myself in your bed. Don’t you know science?”
“Sure,” I say, grinning.
He closes his eyes. “I need to think of something gross now so it can soften.”
“Think of your parents,” I suggest. “Or your siblings.”
“You’re disgusting,” he mutters, but then glances down. “Well, look at that, it worked. Soft as fuck now.”
He hops out of bed, fully clothed, and walks to the bathroom. I follow close behind because I have to pee too. We both squeeze into the bathroom like it’s normal and pee side by side, trying not to laugh. When we’re done, we wash up and head back to my room, changing into basketball shorts and old T-shirts.
“You ready for the day?” I ask.
Nate raises an eyebrow. “Areyouready for the day? I’m good. Honestly, I can’t wait to talk to your mom more. She entertains me.”
I roll my eyes. “That makes one of us.”
We head downstairs, and as we walk into the kitchen, my mouth drops. Pancakes. French toast. Scrambled eggs. Sausage. Even a box of Honey Nut Cheerios. It’s a full buffet on the rectangular kitchen table.
Nate looks at me. “How are you not baffled by this amount of food? I feel like I’ve entered breakfast heaven.”
I shrug. “This is normal. Trust me, sometimes there’s more.”
“You’re five people.” He says.
“We’re disgusting.” I sharply reply.
Nate lets out a loud “HA!” just as Debi turns to us and waves. “Oh, boys, you’re finally awake!” She pulls out two seats and hands us plates. “Eat up, before it gets even colder!”
Dustin chimes in from the table, “We’ve been up for two hours, and we finished eating like thirty minutes ago.”
I glare at my family. “Ten is not late. You people are just insane and wake up at the crack of dawn.”
My dad nods solemnly. “Well, I hope you got a good night’s rest. You better kick ass in today’s game. I mean, I hope your stats are amazing, but I also hope you lose. No offense.”
Chase and Dustin both nod in agreement.
Debi, however, waves them off. “You know what? Fuck Boston. I want New York to win.”
Scott turns to her. “Get out.”
She grins. “This is my house. You get out.”
Chase laughs. “Ooh, burn!”
The whole table cracks up. Meanwhile, Nate and I are inhaling food like wild animals, barely listening to the game-day debate. We glance at each other, both chewing, and grin in silent agreement: this food is unreal.
Nate leans over and whispers, “Tell your mom to make more of these pancakes tomorrow so we can bring some home.”
I nod, already ahead of him. “Babe, I got you.” I look at my mom. “Ma, send us home with pancakes tomorrow. Thanks.”
