seenoevils (seenoevils) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-05-22 03:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-14 |
Miles and miles before I sleep...
Who: Preston and Paige
When: about 8am
Where: Adams' household
What: Mr. and Mrs. Adams come home.
People clearly were assholes.
Preston woke up to the bloodcurdling screech of the phone at approximately 5 past Way Too Fucking Early in the Damn Morning, which only brought him round to the realization that he was all bruised, scraped, beat up and his truck was still totaled. Fuuuuuuuck. And meanwhile in the aching pit of his skull the phone was screaming, screaming, screaming… He grabbed the phone off the hook and growled thunderously into the receiver,
“I pray God that you are someone I like. Adams’ residence.”
“Oh sorry, sweetie! Did I wake you?”
Preston was both annoyed and relieved that it was his mother; annoyed because he didn’t get to have the righteous satisfaction of slamming the phone down and rolling over to sleep again, relieved because he hadn’t heard from mom or dad since he left Stanford to pick up Paige. He scrubbed his face with the palm of his hand, the mousy brown of his hair sticking up fiercely from on side of his head as he tucked the phone more comfortably under his ear. He mumbled something like ‘oh no, I’m awake’ which was spoilt by a sudden tremendous yawn and a moan. His mother laughed, low and musical through the ether of her cell phone connection.
“I just wanted to call and tell you we’re almost in Ann Arbor. A hour, maybe less. We were thinking breakfast…”
“Yes,” slurred Preston automatically, teeth chattering. (Why the fuck was it so goddamn cold?) “I will get up… and make breakfast for everyone. That. I will do that thing you are asking.” He buried himself under his bed sheets instead. Muffled, he asked, “You guys will be home soon?”
“Yes,” said his mother warmly. “I’ll see you soon, baby. It’s so good to hear your voice.”
“Mmm,” said Preston muzzily, yanking a sweatshirt over his head and finding a wrinkled pair of Levis. “Okay then. See ya soon, bye.” Click!
After twenty more minutes of ‘waking up’ Preston went down stairs. He found Bisquik in the cupboard, eggs, measuring cups, coffee, all the essential things for pancake breakfasts for voracious and worried parental units. There were frozen sausages in the icebox. Awesome. Soon the house was filled with the sound of sizzling and the smell of morning. Preston had to take off the sweatshirt though, because the house was stifling. He suspected the guest room was just freezing on the grounds that it was the guest room now.