we're not fated, are we?|tracob

Challenge

i can feel my hair being touched as i slowly begin to open my eyes, letting the morning light from the sun blur my tired vision.

uhh.. what the hell is touching me?? i think to myself, feeling a quick rise of annoyance in my chest. quickly, i turn around to swat it, realizing it's my mum.

"uhh, mum? where's jacob?"

i look up at her with a tired and puzzled expression on my face, waiting for her answer that will probably sound like a made up excuse.

"oh, he's inside eating breakfast dear."

"breakfast??"

"uh.. what time is it?"

"it's about 10 in the mornin' tok"

"10??"

i quickly jump up grabbing the blanket i was asleep on, wrapping it around me until i'm completely covered and i make my way up the stairs of my precious home, to go find the love of my life—food.

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"goodmorning troye"

"top o' the mornin, jacob."

"troye dear, you don't need to talk all aussie slang to your guest"

"uh.. mum, it's a habit?"

my mum gives me a glare.

"sorry jacob"

i mouth out quickly, scared that mama is going to be mad at me. you don't wanna make my mum mad, she can be quite crazy, just saying.

"oh it's okay troye, don't worry about it"

i let out a large exhale, feeling relieved that my mum won't beat my ass because jacob is content.

i give jacob a genuine but tired smile and then sit myself down next to him at the table,  directing all eye contact on him to study how he eats. is he a messy eater, a clean eater, a slow eater, a fast eater, who knows??

as i study him eating, he seems pretty normal. however, he doesn't put nutella on anything?? is he okay? has he been living in a prison all his life?

"no troye i haven't been living in a prison all my life,"

i jump fast, feeling my heart beat quickly.

"oh- i said that out loud?"

"yup."

"how much of it?"

"just the prison part"

i exhale again, feeling relieved he didn't hear anything else.

"i really need to stop saying my thoughts out loud"

"it's kinda cute, but i agree you do."

"definitely not cute,"

i respond embarrassingly.

then i suddenly throw a grape at jacob, watching it boop him in the nose.

"oops"

i giggle under my breath and watch my young brother tyde quickly eye me a glare because he dislikes eating in chaos and definitely prefers silence.

"oh it's on sivan!"

jacob throws a grape right back at me, hitting the end of my nose as though i could have pulled off as rudolph, had the grape been bright red.

i quickly eye him a playful glare and throw one more right at him, but to my surprise he opens his mouth and it lands directly in, making me look at him with my mouth wide open in shock, feeling slightly impressed.