A father and his son

Rubbing his eyes tiredly as he heaved himself to sit up properly, he let out a yawn as he began to rub his head (proceeding to mess up his hair). Grumbling slightly, he made his way upstairs lazily "Skye! Come here! I'm not gonna yell at ya." He grumbled, clearly still tired.

Knowing the longer he spent in the bath the less likely it was he'd have to go to school Skye sat in the tub for hours.

((Cos he's an emo kid ;DDD All emo kids bathe with their clothes on ;D))

Continuing to snore rather loudly, the red heads adopted father seemed to be fast asleep.

(( I wanted him to go in with his clothes on ;D so NEH ))

The red head pulled his knees up to his chin and sighed wondering if he'd be able to con his adopted dad into giving him a day off.

((With his clothes on ;DDD Clever boy ;D))

As time passed, Carlos eventually fell asleep on the sofa in the same position he had been in; head leaning back seemingly staring at the ceiling. His mouth was ajar as he snored and grumbled, arms sprawled out lazily by his side.

Eventually the young boy clambered into the bath.

His adopted father merely sat downstairs in quiet contemplation of his son's current attitude. He really had no idea what had brought it on, and was in no mood to attempt to find out. Just leave him... He'll tell me when he's ready... He mumbled in his mind as he leant back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling.

Also sighing the red head watched the bath slowly fill. He couldn't face another day in that hell hole, it was getting a little too much for him. After five minutes or so he turned off the taps and just sat staring blankly at the water, his mind on other things than clambering into the bath at that moment in time.

Grumbling, Carlos decided to leave his adopted son to sulk. The dark haired man made his way downstairs, as he walked into the lounge he slumped down on his sofa and let out a deep sigh.

Skye didn't answer but began to run a bath trying to drown out his fathers voice.

"For fuc-- What is up with you?!" Carlos growled at his son through the door.

"Make. Me" Skye replied

Grumbling, Carlos stood outside of the bathroom with his arms crossed. "Skye, get here now." He snarled sternly.

Skye had locked himself in the bathroom and sat in a corner, the reason he'd resorted to the bathroom was because he'd realised he wasn't dressed and it was the only room in the whole house that had a lock on the door.

"Wha- SKYE!" Carlos snarled as he began to run after his son.

Skye pulled away from his father and ran from the room, slamming the door behind him.

Carlos seemed slightly shocked by Skye's reaction. Letting out a growl, he crossed his arms. "Skye..." He snarled sternly...

"Make me" He glared at his father coldly

Smiling, Carlos helped his son stand up. "You're out of bed, so get dressed."

As the alarm went off Skye yelled and scrambed out of the bed falling to the floor. Whimpering as he hit it.

Grumbling, Carlos walked over to his sons bed. Grabbing his alarm clock, he set the alarm to go off in one minutes time. Placing it as close to Skye's head wthout getting notice, he began to smile as he crossed his arms.

Deciding to completely ignore his father Skye began to hum to try and block out the voice that was coming from the enterance.

"Skye..." Carlos said sternly, arms still crossed.

Skye merely groaned and rolled over covering his head with a pillow now as well as the duvet.

Smiling knowingly, Carlos crossed his arms. "Making up excuses, now?"