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Christian padded downstairs after spending sometime trying to get his hair to behave. He followed when he realised the futility of the endeavor that early in the morning. As he came into the kitchen, he caught Pit staring at him. His step faltered. That was one hell of an intense stare. Intensity suited Pit. It suited him a lot. That and the fact it was doing wonders for Christian's ego at that point. Christian poured himself a bowl of cereal and took his seat next to Pit. Between mouthfuls, he looked up to his mom, "You called?"

"You two know that school starts again on Monday," Christian nodded, sensing where this was going, "And I do remember what it's like being young and in love. You want to be spend every waking moment together and-"

"Mom," Christian interrupted, realising that she was going off topic.

"Your father and I think it would be best if maybe Pit didn't stay over quite so much during term time. Given that it's your senior year and all that."

Christian chewed silently, processing what his mom had just told him. Pit not staying over was hardly going to have a massive impact on the amount of time they spent together. There was still the whole Blaze/Ice Pick dynamic. They would most likely be spending most nights together, just not perhaps the way Christian would have liked, "We can still study together though, right?" He asked, "Like, I swear we will actually study and not just goof about," Christian clocked the hesitant look on his mom's face, "The second my grades start to drop, we'll stop studying together, how about that?"

"Fine, but the second your grades drop, no buddying up, ok?"

"Sure mom," He grinned, having absolutely no intention of letting his grades drop by even half a percent. He continued eating, silently willing his mom to hurry up with her own breakfast and for his dad to actually wake up, "Mom, where's dad?"

"Looking for his socks."

Christian nodded and returned to his own cereal, eating the rest in near silence. His dad finally came downstairs, shoes in hand and his socks on his feet. He sat at the kitchen table, pulling his shoes on, "Morning boys," Christian mumbled a reply through his cereal, "Any plans for the day?"

Christian swallowed, "Just hanging out really. No real specific plans."

His mom drained the last of her coffee, "Well, we'll see you later," She rose from the table, a sudden flurry of movement.

"Where are you going?" Christian asked, thrilled that his folks were leaving.

"Just out," His mom replied, "Groceries and what-not," She kissed Christian's cheek, "I'll see you later boys." His dad followed her, saying a hasty goodbye to the two teens at his kitchen table. The front door closed and Christian sighed with relief.

"Soooo," He smirked at Pit, "What plans do you have in mind?"