"Hmm," moaned a young man by the name of Drew Green. He was currently buried under the covers of his bed as he struggled to ignore the obnoxious noise demanding he wake up.
Beside Drew's bed was a small dresser, and atop it was his phone. The handheld device was currently plugged in and sounding an alarm for Drew to get up.
Drew tried to ignore it, but eventually, he could not stand it anymore. Fighting with the blankets he was wrapped in, he managed to throw them off him so he could reach over to stop his alarm. He then groggily managed to crawl his way out of bed, grab a change of clothes, and make his way to the bathroom.
After a quick shower and brushing his teeth, Drew made his way down the stairs – following the smell of his mother making breakfast.
Rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes, Drew made it to the bottom of the stairs. He had short, slightly curled, light brown hair and was born with odd, pale eyes that looked somewhat pink. He had on a simple white T-shirt and brown shorts with white socks.
Walking around the stairs to the kitchen, Drew groggily greeted, "'Morning."
"'Bout time you woke up, sleepy head," said a woman by the stove.
Drew opened one eye to look at the woman.
Wearing a fitting turtleneck sweater and blue jeans under a white apron, the woman had long, blue hair pulled into a ponytail and green eyes. This was Riley Green, Drew's mother and half-stay-at-home-mom and half part-time worker at the local small grocery store.
"Hey, Mom," Drew yawned as he took a seat at the table.
"I don't get how you can still be so sleepy all the time," said a young girl next to him. "You don't stay up late, and I find you sleeping more often than not. How are you always so tired?"
Drew shifted his eyes over to his younger sister.
Sara Green. Barely a year younger than Drew, she had black hair that was kept short – just reaching her chin – and was straight unlike his. She not only inherited their mother's eyes but apparently her side of the family was known for developing early. Looking closely at their mother, one could clearly see the curves of her body, and Sara seemed to be quickly following in her footsteps. The loose-fitting, red, long-sleeve shirt over a black tank-top did nothing to hide the swell of her chest unbefitting a girl her age. The cutoff jean shorts she was wearing likewise seemed to more highlight her slightly pronounced rear and plump thighs.
Drew shrugged, "What can I say? I'm bored. What's wrong with sleeping anyway?"
Sara rolled her eyes, "How can you get anything done if you're always sleeping? You'll never make your dreams a reality if you never stop dreaming!"
"Making a dream a reality by not dreaming? How does that make any sense?"
Sara sputtered at his comment. "Don't give me that! You know what I mean!"
"Now, now, you two," the mother interrupted as she approached her children – two plates in hand. "It's too early for all this. Eat your breakfast."
Doing as they were told, Drew and Sara went ahead and ate their prepared breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, and hashbrowns with glasses of juice – orange for Sara and apple for Drew.
Soon joined by their mother, she eventually asked between bites, "So, do you two have anything special planned today?"
"School," Drew said simply.
"Like you don't just sleep through your classes," Sara griped. "The teachers have already given up on trying with you."
"I do the work. I do the tests. I'm passing. They have nothing to complain about."
Riley giggled uncomfortably at her son's nonchalance at his academic misbehavior. "What about you, sweetheart. Do you have anything planned after school?"
"My club has a meeting," Sara replied. "I'll text you if I need a ride, but I should be able to hitch a ride with one of the other girl's moms."
The first to finish, Drew gathered his dishes as he moved to put them in the sink.
Sara looked to him and to her own half-finished plate. Swallowing the food in her mouth, she griped, "Why is it the only time you're fast about something is when it involves eating? Anything else a slug can outpace you."
Putting the dishes away and rinsing them off, Drew turned back to shrug, "I just don't like to waste my time."
"For what," Sara said indignantly. "Then what do you call all that sleeping you do?"
"I'm bored. If there's something to get done, I get it done. I have nothing else to do, so I sleep. Nuff said."
Drew walked away as Sara watched after him trying to think of something to say.
Walking toward their front door, Drew grabbed his backpack and slipped on a pair of sneakers. Both seemed like they had seen better days. The red and black backpack had many zippers and pockets but was clearly held together by black duct tape. His shoes were similarly dirty and beat up with holes in them.
"See ya' later," Drew called back as he left the house.
Dragging his feet down their walkway, to their driveway and to the sidewalk, Drew was eventually stopped by someone calling out to him.
"Drew, hey!"
Drew turned to look at someone approaching him with half-lidded eyes. It was none other than Isabell Kelley. A slightly tall girl with a toned, fit physique. She had long red hair pilled into a side ponytail and bright green eyes. The yellow, short-sleeve top she wore and jean-shorts did not conceal her developed physique and left her long, toned legs exposed. Carrying her own black backpack, she wore a pair of mostly white sneakers.
"Hey, Izzy," Drew greeted blandly.
As Isabell walked by, Drew proceeded to follow after her – keeping pace with her more energetic stride. He would prefer to take a more leisurely pace, but she would often drag or push him to go faster.
The two were long time neighbors and childhood friends. Most questioned their relationship as it often seemed like the popular and sporty Isabel was often dragged down by the lazy good-for-nothing. In truth, as she would put it, he was the brains and she was the motivation.
Isabel was in no way unintelligent or dumb. She was a straight-A student who would not tolerate for less. But her personal hobbies leaned more toward the physical – martial arts, sports, fixing up old bikes with her dad, etc. Drew who often had the mind for most anything but lacking the will to do much – in her mind at least – outstripped her in terms of intelligence. To avoid the hassle of people nagging him, his grades were actually better than hers. People often overlooked that and assumed he did worse due to his personality and lack of motivation.
Isabel had always seemed to be the one trying to motivate Drew to action – by force if necessary.
"I was busy with student council stuff, but how do you think you did on Ms. Peach's test yesterday," Isabel asked as they walked to the bus stop.
"Passed," Drew replied simply.
"Oh, come on."
"What do you want? I always pass. What about you?"
Isabel sighed exaggeratedly. "I don't know. I think I did well, at least a B."
"How about student council? The president still trying to set you up as her successor?"
"Nah," Isabel brushed off. "I'm fine being the secretary."
"Maybe she's got a thing for you?"
"Huh!?"
Drew shrugged at his friend's flabbergasted expression. "Just saying. The tame rumors say she wants you as the next pres. Otherwise why else is she always inviting you to lunch?"
"Because I'm part of the student council and I'm still learning the ropes," Isabel argued with a bright red face. "Why would you automatically go to the president having a thing for me?"
"Two girls spending an awful lot of time together," Drew trailed off with a smirk.
Isabel's eyes narrowed as she pouted. Punching him in the shoulder, she groused, "Perv."
"A man can dream," Drew sighed wistfully. "A couple of hot girls sneaking off together during school- OW!"
Drew stopped to massage his arm after another not-so-friendly shoulder punch from Isabel before she began speeding off. He watched her march away and petulantly stuck his tongue out at her. However, as he watched her, he found his gaze drifting to her rear hugged by her shorts.
Staring for a few moments longer than he should be, Drew eventually realized what he was doing and shook his head before jogging to catch up to her.
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Arriving at the bus station and being picked up, Isabel maintained her unhappy expression – pouting all the way. However, this did not stop her from sitting next to Drew on the way to school. Though it did make for an awkward ride…for someone who was not Drew. He as normal slept the whole way.
Once they arrived at school, Isabel needed to wake Drew up and did so with a not-so-subtle tab to his exposed abdomen and pulling him by the collar out of his seat. To her from ruining his shirt and getting nagged by his mother, he had no choice but to walk along with her.
After waiting for the first bell, the two headed off to their first classes.
Stopping by his locker, Drew was greeted by his locker neighbor and 'friend' – Keith.
"Sup, Morning Dew," said the energetic young man.
Closing his locker, Drew turned to the man in question. He had short brown hair and deep blue eyes with a small mole by his left eye. He wore a white shirt with an image of Hatsune Miku under an open, green plaid shirt, blue jeans held up by a black belt, and black boots. This was Kevin Taken. Younger twin of the student council treasurer – Keith Taken –, and an avid, self-proclaimed, ultimate otaku.
"Do you have to call me that every morning," Drew asked with a flat look at the other boy.
Keeping the same friendly, energetic smile on his face, Kevin countered with, "Do I have to lend you my 'anime'."
Drew did not respond. He and the Taken twins had met in middle school. He and Keith got off on the wrong foot. He was an overachiever like Isabel but – as Kevin put it – took school far too seriously. Drew's better grades despite clear disinterest frustrated him to no end.
Meanwhile, Kevin saw someone whose very existence seemed to piss off his brother and decided 'friend material'. Practically latching onto Drew, he managed to become the introverted boy's friend through sheer force of will. This also led to him becoming friends with Keith – finding a kindred spirit in someone equally as done with his brother's antics as him.
Drew and Kevin mostly found a point of bonding through games, and Kevin introduced Drew to anime. However, while Kevin was unashamed with his hobby in any form, Drew had enough sense to avoid being too honest. Namely, Kevin would talk about anything with the same vigor no matter whether the topic was socially acceptable or not. Anime in general was fine, but he would talk about…other works just as publicly which resulted in a fair share of detentions and even suspensions.
Learning from his friend's mistakes, Drew did not voice or even have anything like that. It was easier to avoid people's opinions if he instead just borrowed from Kevin's secret collections. A mother and sister who had no issue invading his room to clean because he was too lazy to made it ideal to avoid having such material where it could be found.
"Whatever," Drew eventually said as they made their way to class.
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Sitting at his desk, Drew laid across it as he stared at the teacher at the front. Ms. Luna was his English teacher. She had long, golden yellow hair that reached to her pert rear and bright green eyes. She had soft, pale skin and a curvaceous figure highlighted by how her pencil skirt suit hugged it. Watching as he could swear her body would jiggle in the right places as she moved, this was the one class he actually stayed awake for.
Drews other teachers did not manage to get the same attention from him. Before he knew it, it was time for lunch.
Walking through the cafeteria line, Drew managed to get two helpings of mashed potatoes, three spicey chicken sandwiches, a salad with some ranch dressing, a carton of milk, a bag of chips, and some packs of hot sauce. Finding his friends, he then took his seat beside them as Kevin was going on about his latest topic.
"-right between them! It was an amazing shot."
Taking a glance around the table, Drew saw Keith with a light blush and knew that whatever the topic of conversation was likely was not something he should talk about. Glancing at the girls consisting of Isabel and her friend Elizabeth, he knew he was right.
Isabel's strained expression and flushed face spoke of her barely contained frustration. The milk dripping through her fingers from her milk carton's sacrifice being a common sight at their table.
Elizabeth on the other hand was similarly flushed. Though rather than frustration, she was simply looking away from anyone. However, the frown on her face spoke of her similar displeasure at whatever Kevin was talking about. She was a slim girl with green eyes and grayish – almost lavender – hair that reached the base of her neck with two long braids reaching just short of her waist. She wore a sleeveless white dress with teal strings and matching shoes.
"Look, Kevin," Isabel ground out, "I get you like anime and you're a guy. But I'll tell you right now that that isn't how physics work-"
"I know that," Kevin declared with a roll of his eyes. He then leaned forward with a serious expression and finger raised. "That's how jiggle physics work!"
The girls' moods dropped further.
"Please stop," Keith whined as he buried his face in his hands.
"You get it, right," Kevin pleaded as he turned to Drew.
"I don't even know what you're talking about," Drew replied after finishing applying hot sauce to…everything.
"That scene, in Education for the Not Alive! Where the main character fires the bullets through-"
"Oh, that," Drew replied as he finished putting some of his salad and mashed potatoes and chips onto his sandwiches. "Never liked that anime. Art's good, but the main character sucks. Besides, that scene makes no sense."
"Huh," Kevin gasped as he recoiled.
"I guess there is hope for our species," Isabel muttered.
"Even if you ignore everything," Drew explained as he stated his second sandwich, "the gun has a long barrel that should have pressed down or sat between her breasts. Even if they bounced that way, how did her chest suddenly move to the end of the barrel when it was at the base."
Kevin seemed to try and find an argument, but his expression shifted as his eyes went to Drew's quickly disappearing tray of food. "Okay, seriously, how do you eat as much as you do, sleep all day, and haven't gotten fat? I know you don't work out. Not even Ms. Secretary can get you to do that."
"I wish I knew," Isabel agreed at the change of topic – Drew finishing his last sandwich and starting on what was left of his salad. "He eats more than I do, but I only eat so much because I burn it all off in training."
"Maybe it all goes to his brain," Keith suggested as Drew finished his salad and went to his bag of chips. "Or maybe he's just got a black hole for a stomach."
"Personally," Elizabeth offered softly, "I'm more bothered and concerned about his choice of…seasoning than the quantity." She eyed him down the rest of his milk. "Who puts hot sauce in their milk and on their chips?"
"I do," Drew said as he finished his meal.
Then, as if waiting for the moment to step in, an upperclassman approached the group of freshman. She had a slim figure with black hair styled in a short bob cut and violet eyes behind square glasses with a maroon frame. She currently had on a green top that hanged off her shoulders, jean short shorts, and black stockings.
"Excuse me," the student body council president – Sona Sitri – asked, "do you mind if I borrow Isabel for a moment?"
Drew was not sure, but he could have sworn he saw something flash between Sona and Elizabeth. It was subtle so most people did not seem to notice it, but he was sure there was something between them. The student council always seemed curter toward her than they were others.
Keith and Isabel did not believe it. Kevin believed him but more due to fantasies about girls vying for the same guy and other cliché, cat-fight-based tropes.
Isabel looked around the group but saw no refusal. She then turned back to Sona, "No, I guess it's fine."
Sona offered a kind smile. "Thank you. Do you mind coming over to my table with the vice president."
Isabel then grabbed her tray and followed after Sona as she led the way to another table where she and the student council vice president was sitting in a green dress. The vice president was a half-Japanese, half-European girl with long, silky black hair that reached down to her knees. She also had striking heterochromic eyes with a violet left eye and light brown right eye – wearing a pair of blue, semi-rimmed glasses over them.
"What about me," Keith whined. "I'm part of the student council."
Keith was identical to Kevin except for his neatly combed hair and glasses. He wore a gray, V-neck shirt under a blue, striped, open and collared shirt and blue jeans. Around his neck, he wore a bright, green lanyard with a whistle hanging from it, and beside him was his laptop.
"Maybe you should go over there," Kevin suggested teasingly.
Seeing Keith consider the idea and begin to rise, Drew said, "I'm sure she didn't ask because she didn't want you over there. Might be a 'girls only' kind of thing. If you don't go over there, you can just ask later. If you go over there when you shouldn't, you'll look bad."
Listening to Drew's advice, Keith sat back down. Offering a heavy sigh, he said, "You're right." He then reached down to continue eating his lunch but grabbed air. Opening his eyes, he saw his lunch tray was gone. He turned to Kevin who quickly raised his hands in defense.
"Hey, don't look at me!"
Keith then turned to Drew who seemed to be finishing his meal.
"Price of my advice," Drew said without shame.
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After being made to give Keith an I.O.U. for eating his lunch, the period ended and they had to go back to class.
On his way to his locker, Drew happened to pass the library where he saw the vice principal – Irina Jelavić. She was a beautiful young Russian woman who supposedly got her position through her looks. She had clear aquamarine eyes, fair skin, and long light blonde hair that reached her waist. Her figure was hugged by the tight, white suit and short skirt she wore – looking like it could tear at any moment.
Drew like many of the male students could not help but have his eyes trail up her figure. The woman herself seemed to appreciate the attention with many thinking her behavior did not suit someone working around children – further suggesting the rumors were true.
Personally, Drew did not think the rumors were true. She seems more like a tease. Someone who might suggest they would sleep with someone for something but never actually doing it.
Continuing on his way to class, Drew's mind began to wander and question whether he was right or not. Whether she was secretly a virgin who just played at being a slut. How finding that out would be…Again, he shook his head to clear his thoughts just as he walked into a wall.
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Just like that, the school day came to an end.
Drew slept through the rest of his classes and needed Kevin to keep him from staying late. For some reason, math always seemed to be the class that most put him to sleep.
Kevin thought it was because it was the most boring.
Drew agreed, but ironically, it was also his best subject. The easiest one for him by far.
Getting on the bus, Drew and Isabel rode home in silence as he slept and she seemed to be focused on something for the student council. When it came time to disembark, she rather harshly smacked him over the head with her notebook to wake him and as usual grabbed his collar to get him walking.
Off the bus and trudging his way home, Drew yawned sleepily – barely keeping pass with Isabel.
"You sleep all day," Isabel said distractedly at the sound of his yawn. "I don't care if you're bored, HOW can you still be tired?"
"The brain needs stimulation to wake up," Drew reasoned smoothly. "I don't have any."
"If you need stimulation, you can help me in prepping for the school bake sale the president is planning for next month."
Drew opened his eyes to actually look at Isabel. He knew the girl was distracted due to how – relatively – slower she was walking compared to normal. She was staring intently at her small notebook while pressing a pen into her lips. He was momentarily distracted as he stared at her lips and how they squished and moved under the pen pressing against them.
Blinking away his growing thoughts, Drew said, "You're not planning that are you? Isn't that more than a secretary should do?"
"Nah," Isabel said absently, "I'm just organizing it. Timetables, what needs to be done, when it needs to be done, that stuff. But you can always make some suggestions. I can run it by the president."
"That what she wanted to talk to you about at lunch?"
"Mhmm. Interested in helping?"
Intentionally offering a loud yawn in response, Drew replied, "Not interested."
Isabel groaned as she dropped her arms and turned on him. "You're not interested in anything! Look Drew…I know it's not your style, but…You can't just sleep forever. You're smart. Maybe instead of complaining about how bored you are, use that big brain of yours to find something that interests you?"
Usually, Drew would brush off these words, but he could tell Isabel was being more…serious than usual. She was not just speaking out of stress from her added tasks with the student council. It made something in his gut twist uncomfortably. "Something that interests me huh…"
Seeing that her words seemed to get through to him, Isabel's expression seemed to relax some. "Yeah."
The two then continued to walk in silence until returning home.
"I'm back," Drew declared as he stepped into the house despite it currently being empty. He slipped off his shoes at the entrance and tucked them away to avoid people tripping on them and left his backpack on the coat hooks on the wall.
Usually, Drew might nap, watch TV, or play video games while he waited for people to get home. However, he was still stewing about what Isabel had said to him. Falling back onto the living room couch, he stared at the ceiling. "Something that interests me," he thought.
Eventually, Riley returned home from her shift after picking up Sara from her club activities.
"I guess you needed mom for a ride, after all," Drew absentmindedly said.
"Yeah," Sara said uncaringly as she began to head up the stairs, but then stopped. She slowly turned back to look at her brother. "You okay," she asks hesitantly.
"Yep," Drew replied – popping the P.
"But, you're awake and nobody's made food."
"Sort-of argument with Isabel. She got frustrated and said something. Now I'm thinking."
A look of concern flashed across Sara's face as she turned more toward Drew. "Everything okay?"
Drew nodded. "Nothing you need to worry about, baby sister."
Pouting at the nickname, Sara turned and stomped away, "Oh, forget it."
Standing to the side, Riley now approached her son. Referring to Sara as 'baby sister' was typically code for 'not really but I can handle it' when it came to him. It also meant that whatever happened, he was not going to talk about with her. "Are you sure you're okay, honey?"
"I'm fine mom."
Nodding, Riley began to turn away. "Well, if you want to talk, I'm here to listen."
As his mother walked away, Drew's attention turned toward her. It almost seemed magnetizing the way his eyes naturally focused on the subtle sway of her round rear as she walked away. Once again, he shook his head to clear his thoughts.
"The fuck? Since when do I go around looking at my mom like that?...Though, I have to admit for a mom she is within MILF territory…And it's not like it's just her….I do it to my hot teachers too…and lately Isabel…"
Having grown side-tracked, it was time for dinner before Drew knew it.
While eating his third plate of Rigatoni while his mother and sister were still on their first plate, Drew heard his mother say, "Don't forget to eat some salad, Drew."
"I will."
"Please, mom," Sara added, "you never have to worry about him not eating something."
"I guess, you're right," Riley smiled.
Drew ignored the chatter around him as his mother turned to Sara to ask her about how her club went. His mind was still processing for 'something he could be interested in'. His body idle as it did and going through the motions of eating, his eyes shifted from his sister's interruption. His gaze trailed up her plump legs, perk rear, and finally settled on her swollen chest. The duration of his gaze would have likely warranted some kind of reaction if it were not for how his family normally let him eat in peace.
Only after his fifth plate and finishing half the salad did Drew finish his meal and turn in for the night – the family finishing at about the same time, Riley decided to deal with the dishes.
Retreating upstairs, Drew quickly settled for the night – brushing, flossing, and changing out of his clothes. Collapsing into bed, he stared at the ceiling while sprawled out. "You want to know what interests me," he thought somewhat bitterly. A sudden yawn escaped him.
"Fuck this," Drew muttered – closing his eyes. "I can't help it if nothing really interests me. So far, the only thing that really gets my attention is hot girls, but it's not like I can do something with just that." Another yawn escaped him as he began to nestle into his covers. "Maybe I should just try agreeing to doing stuff with Isabel. If nothing interests me, maybe I'll just leach off her. That bake sale sounds easy enough."
Like this, Drew began to drift off into slumber. However, unbeknownst to him. His quest for 'something that interests him' would serve as the catalyst. He and others around the globe would mark this day as the one that was their last day as a 'normal person'. Among all these people, Drew may be among the most drastic, as he would soon find out…