A Different Game | A Vikkstar123 FanFiction

Chapter 10

Should I sleep or not sleep?

A yawn escaped my mouth and I saw that yawn as a sign that I should sleep.

I gathered my electronics and walked upstairs to my parents bedroom. I pushed open the door and made my way to the closet area where I found my electronics. Once I was done, I went to my room. I changed into a long shirt and sleeping shorts then jumped into bed.

It was kind of hard to sleep with excitement still inside of me from meeting the sidemen. But before I fell asleep, all that I could think about was Vik.

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I fluttered my eyes open with the sun shining into my them through the cracks of my window blinds, causing me to squint my eyes. I stretched my legs and arms, letting out a huge yawn. I looked at my digital clock that's on my nightstand and saw that it's 7:37 A.M.

Wow, I woke up pretty early on a Sunday. I swung my legs over my bed and jumped off my bed and fixed it. Once I was done, I went to my closet that has mirror sliding doors and picked an outfit for today. I went to my bathroom to get ready and once I was done, I left my room to go downstairs.

When I was making my way downstairs, the smell of pancakes started to fill my nose. But not just any pancakes, they're my family's special pancakes, blueberry cinnamon pancakes. I absolutely love eating them as much as I love making them.

I popped my head into the kitchen and saw my dad making the pancakes with my mom pouring herself a glass of milk.

"Good morning." I greeted.

Apparently I scared my dad because he let out a little yell and dropped a pancake on the floor. He turned towards me and gave me a mad expression and sighed. "Oh goodness, Marie, I hate it when you do that."

"Sorry." I said sheepishly.

"Whatever," my dad rudely acknowledged, "go set up the table. Pancakes are almost done."

With that, I obeyed and got everything ready. I set all the plates, forks, and syrups on the table. My dad brought the pancakes to the table and we all dug into our food.

While eating, the question that I've been meaning to ask my parents for a long time now popped into my head. Should I ask them now, or later?

I stabbed a piece and shoved it into my mouth, still contemplating if now is the right time to ask them. I inwardly calmed myself down and assured myself that I can do it.

Once I was finished chewing the pancake in my mouth and swallowed it, I hopefully asked the question, "Mom," I looked at her, "dad," I looked over to him too, "c-can I have... A credit card?"

My dad dropped his utensils and looked up at me. "A credit card?"

I nodded slowly.

"No, you're too young." He simply responded.

I looked at him in disbelief. "No? Wait, why?"

"What do you even need a credit card for, Marie?" My mother calmly questioned me.

I looked to my mom, "Well, I really want to buy some online merchandise and possibly a-"

My dad cut me off, "Merchandise? What merchandise? Things from your silly, stupid, time-wasting groups that you watch online? You're too young to have a credit card." He took a sip of his coffee, still looking at me sternly.

"First of all, they're called the Sidemen and the Pack. Second of all, they aren't stupid and a waste of time. And third of all, I'm seventeen years old, almost eighteen, I'm pretty sure I'm old enough!" I shouted at him.