Your eyes flitted open as the chirping of birds began to echo throughout your room. Miraculously you'd fallen asleep last night, in spite of your father's and Blake's best efforts, and now felt genuinely well rested in spite of your newfound knowledge. Peeling yourself away from the mattress you began ceremoniously yawning and stretching until fully awake, or at least enough to not be legally considered otherwise, and made for the bathroom. With a few more yawns you brushed your teeth, recoiling a bit at your father's choice of mint, and decided you weren't feeling up to a shower this morning and hoped you could get away with a thick layer of deodorant.
Marching downstairs, clad in a t-shirt and your boxers, you were frozen in place when you saw Blake and your dad at the dining table kissing, though neither noticed you. As if on autopilot you backed up a few steps and made a point of walking back down as raucously as possible. This time they'd heard you and were now separate, Shawn acting as if he'd been reading the paper this whole time while Blake began eating cereal that had gone soggy while he was otherwise occupied, the liars. After fixing a bowl of cereal for yourself you joined the other men at the table, Blake in virtually identical t-shirt and boxers while Shawn on the other hand wore only a pair of whiteys that were two sizes too tighty, classy as ever but at least he wasn't naked.
"...So what did you guys wanna do today?" you asked, more than anything to break the silence.
"I'm up for wh-WHA-" Blake nearly hit the roof as your father, nowhere near as subtly as he believed ran his foot along the inside of his thigh. "I'm up for whatever," he finally managed.
"I'm ok with whatever you boys decide," Shawn said as he stood "Just let me know what's up," and with that he shamelessly walked passed you with a furious tent that you frankly could not believe hadn't already ruined his underwear.
Once he'd left you and Blake continued to poke at your respective breakfasts, both more than a little distracted by the earlier display. When you'd finished Blake even offered to take care of your bowl for you, that was new he'd never once picked something up for as long as you'd known him, maybe he was trying to get on your good side considering...everything. From downstairs you could hear your dad's fumbling and walking about, the floorboards at the mercy of his remarkable size, as you moved to the living room.
"So I'll ask you then, what sounds good man?" you asked stretching out on the couch.
"I don't really care," Blake said flopping into the recliner, "We could go see a movie, we could go to the mall, I'm fine with just chilling at home too."
"Thanks for the help," you said deadpan as you stared at the ceiling. Blake had turned the T.V. on while you pondered the decision, if you went to say a movie there was a fair chance the two of them would try and cash in on the darkness, at the mall they wouldn't really have such an opportunity but the prospect of them getting mushy in front of any number of people you knew was making you blanch, and most of all as nice as some genuine rest and relaxation sounded you doubted you'd get it by staying home where they would probably make that impossible. Guidance was finally offered to you though when...
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