I had woken up, nearly 4 in the morning. Which my alarm doesn't sound until 5:30, i sighed deeply, I wanted to lay back down, but I had too much energy. I stood up, and went to my closet, grabbing an outfit. I got dressed, and slid my sandals on.
I soon walked into my living room, and I opened the back sliding doors blinds, it's not even light outside.
"What the hell" I muttered, my eyes were still groggy anyways, I was glad it's not bright out, I walked into my kitchen, and turned on the lights, adjusting the brightness with a small sliding switch under the main light switch. I hooded my hands over my eyes for a moment, letting my eyes adjust without blinding.
I stood in the kitchen for a moment, leaning against the counter. I looked around, for anything to do. I walked into my garage, turning on the lights, which I walked over to the desk I have in the corner, I sat down in the chair, opening the large drawer, and grabbed a bag of weed, my lighter and ashtray. I looked around for a moment "What am I missing?.." I asked myself, until I groaned. "Right…forgot I freakin ran out of wraps last night…" I groaned again, and stood up, I left the garage, walking to my room. I grabbed my phone from my bedside desk, unlocking it and checking the Herbery apps, wondering when they open, luckily for me, I smirked, the closest herbery to me opens in 20 minutes, 5AM.
I eventually remembered, I still have a bong I haven't used in a long time, I started to wonder where I left it last. I opened my closet doors, and rummaged around, before finding my bong, I stood up, holding it. I remembered..I broke the only bowl. "Fuck…"
I heard a door opening, it was my roommate, Dylan, I hated when he woke up, I'm not sure why, but him, tired, has always pissed me off. I set my bong down, and left my room, I crossed my arms, seeing Dylan already in the kitchen, drinking from the faucet. "Dude, it is too early for you to be awake." Dylan turned to me, hearing my annoyed tone. "Josah? What're you doing up so early?" Dylan questioned. "It doesn't matter, mind your own business." I huffed.
"Are you retarded?" Dylan turned off the sink, fully looking at me, I knew I was in the wrong at this point. "No, I'm not retarded, I just don't want to see you right now." I uncrossed my arms, sliding my hands into my shorts pockets. "Whatever dude…I'm minding my business." Dylan replied.
I looked around…"I'm sorry, Dylan, but can you make breakfast this time?" I questioned.
"What? Josah, I can literally only cook pancakes. Besides, you're like- the cook of the town, you have the best cooking." Dylan said, he seemed frustrated now.
"I'm just saying, I don't want to cook today, unless we just both don't eat at all." I said
"Well then keep it at that." Dylan walked back into his room, I felt embarrassed that I even said anything at all. I decided to cook either way, I enjoyed cooking omelettes and fried eggs, and I'm probably going to cook both.
As I was finished cooking the fourth omelette my alarm in my room went off "five thirty already? I just started cooking…?" I said quietly to myself, turning off the stove and walking to my room, I made it to my room, and went to my alarm, turning it off, the consistent beeping has always irritated me, I made sure it never turned on again for the rest of the day, every day.
I was back in the kitchen, finishing seasoning and setting the plates on the small dining table, I sat down on the right side. "Dylan! Breakfast is done!" I was already eating.
Dylan finally came in, sitting down to eat, I glanced at him as I was finishing my omelette. "I'm not surprised you still cooked, you seem to be crazy about food, you always are cooking.." Dylan mentioned. I've never appreciated him basically just talking about me, I raised a brow, adjusting in my seat, I looked at him for a few seconds.
It took him a small while to realize I was staring, he stopped eating, giving me a plain look, I realized I was staring as well, and sighed, standing up with my plate. Dylan scoffed a little, and I walked to the sink, washing my plate and fork, setting them on the towel on the countertop next to the sink, above the dishwasher which I barely use.
It's been some time, I'm sitting on the couch, it's around 6AM now, I have work at 7..all I do is bartend, but I seem to dislike it. I stood up, walking to my room, Dylan was in the hallway restroom, getting ready for a 30 minute jog. "Hey, Josah!" Dylan opened the bathroom door as you walked past, he looked at you. "Dude, come with me again, I'm leaving in a couple minutes, get your shoes on." Dylan smiled, entering the bathroom again.