Mason was sleeping in his usual resting place, a beat up, red couch that had been around longer than he had. Currently it presided in a room that looked as if a tornado had gone through it, Mason's bedroom. The dingy couch had been all over the house. In the living room, the garage, his brother's room, and even the kitchen. And after a lot of convincing, the teen managed to land it here. Despite the couch being ugly, broken, and just plain gross, Mason loved the couch. Out of rage from a fight with his parents Mason had thrown his bed into his neighbors pool so the couch was also the only piece of furniture in his room comfortable enough to sleep on.
Mason was sprawled across the couch and like most days, would regret having chosen the position during his slumber. He would always wake up with a sore body part from sleeping on the couch in some weird position and for some reason never could find a non weird position that wouldn't give him aches. A bag of Doritos and a cheese covered phone lay on his stomach which moved up and down with the rhythm of his breathing. Vibrations started to come from the phone, shaking it. Someone had texted him. Mason continued to sleep. After a couples seconds, a song started to play from his phone. A ringtone he had downloaded from some friend a couples years back. It was loud and obnoxious, sort of like himself, but it did the trick of waking him up.
A moan escaped Mason's lips. He shifted his body onto his side making the bag and phone drop to the floor. He caught the phone before it hit the ground, but the Doritos weren't so fortunate. They spilled onto a layer of clothes covering the floor. Mason checked his phone for who had sent the text. It was one of his closest friends, Henry.
The text simply said, Meet me at BK?. Mason was always up for some grub, especially if it meant getting to leave the house so he replied to his friend, Good Morning to you too, beautiful. Sure, be there soon. With that, he tucked his phone into his pants pocket, and headed towards his bathroom, not before stepping onto the Doritos laying on the floor.
Within several minutes, Mason had finished getting ready. Before he headed out of his bedroom, something hit him. Why had Henry wanted to have breakfast with him? It only happened on rare occasions like on every last Monday of school. Pulling his phone back out, he checked the date. Sure enough, it was what Mason feared. It was the last Monday of his senior year at high school. It wasn't that he didn't want to have breakfast with Henry, but it was his last week at high school. And the coming summer was also the last together with his dearest friends.
With a sigh, Mason slung his bag over his shoulder, and headed out his bedroom door. Making sure to avoid any contact with his family, he jogged towards the garage. Once inside, he entered his dad's truck and rolled on out to Burger King.
Mason was sprawled across the couch and like most days, would regret having chosen the position during his slumber. He would always wake up with a sore body part from sleeping on the couch in some weird position and for some reason never could find a non weird position that wouldn't give him aches. A bag of Doritos and a cheese covered phone lay on his stomach which moved up and down with the rhythm of his breathing. Vibrations started to come from the phone, shaking it. Someone had texted him. Mason continued to sleep. After a couples seconds, a song started to play from his phone. A ringtone he had downloaded from some friend a couples years back. It was loud and obnoxious, sort of like himself, but it did the trick of waking him up.
A moan escaped Mason's lips. He shifted his body onto his side making the bag and phone drop to the floor. He caught the phone before it hit the ground, but the Doritos weren't so fortunate. They spilled onto a layer of clothes covering the floor. Mason checked his phone for who had sent the text. It was one of his closest friends, Henry.
The text simply said, Meet me at BK?. Mason was always up for some grub, especially if it meant getting to leave the house so he replied to his friend, Good Morning to you too, beautiful. Sure, be there soon. With that, he tucked his phone into his pants pocket, and headed towards his bathroom, not before stepping onto the Doritos laying on the floor.
Within several minutes, Mason had finished getting ready. Before he headed out of his bedroom, something hit him. Why had Henry wanted to have breakfast with him? It only happened on rare occasions like on every last Monday of school. Pulling his phone back out, he checked the date. Sure enough, it was what Mason feared. It was the last Monday of his senior year at high school. It wasn't that he didn't want to have breakfast with Henry, but it was his last week at high school. And the coming summer was also the last together with his dearest friends.
With a sigh, Mason slung his bag over his shoulder, and headed out his bedroom door. Making sure to avoid any contact with his family, he jogged towards the garage. Once inside, he entered his dad's truck and rolled on out to Burger King.