Christopher Brian James was usually a morning person. However, with the first week of summer each year, this changed drastically.
Without fail, for the first week and a half of summer, the fifteen year old woke up well after noon each day. As he dragged himself out of bed, he didn't even bother to change out of pajamas as he went to the kitchen to find something to eat. The image of orange juice and toast swirled around happily in his mind until he realized- no bread. As a teenage boy usually behaves, especially while sleepy, he groaned, packed everything up and walked barefoot to the main house, the wet grass tickling his feet.
He sleepily entered the house, heading straight for the kitchen when a soft knock came at the door.
Ugh. It was probably Selina, she was weird like that, knocking on the front door. Who knows why she'd do it, but she probably would. He made a detour, running his hands through his hair as he groggily opened, eyes closed in mid-yawn.
"Selina, what are you doing-" But the face that greeted him was not Selina's at all.
It was Violet's.
WHAT!? WHAT WAS SHE DOING HERE!? More importantly, where was Selina? Because he was about to kill her for not warning him of her surprise guest. Staring with the most horrified look on his face at Violet, he got a raised eyebrow in return. And then he realized.... he was still in his
pajamas, messy hair, sleepy eyes, and the most dumb and confused look on his face. After a moment of really awkward confused staring, he turned and yelled up the stairs at the top of his lungs,
"SELINA!!!!!!!!!"
And with that, he was still frozen, not sure what to do. He couldn't just leave her at the door- that would be rude. But he wasn't exactly too keen on the idea of sticking around either. So he decided that once Selina came down, he was going to have a nice chat with her. (Sarcasm on the nice.)