"Yeah, I actually don't even know if he has homework today. The most he gets is like, a one-sided page of math or english." Jeremiah ran past them and up the stairs to check if his other brother, Ronan, was there. Jeremiah was the type of kid that loved all of his siblings and rarely fought with them. That was quite the opposite with the two other brothers though.
"Mm. I miss those days." Rowan sighed. "But I've got a study hall, so I'm usually alright. M'smarter than I look, you know. Doesn't usually take me too long to get my shit done."
Atlas sighed and nodded his head. "I don't have a study hall. I would if my fucking choir teacher knew what she was doing. She should be fired or she should learn how to properly teach a music class, not a 'copy the song' class." Atlas had ranted about that class many times in the past, but he was constantly angred about it.
Rowan snickered a bit and hugged Atlas. "Aww, you're alright baby. Copy the song class will be over soon." He purred, kissing Atlas softly.
Atlas melted into the kiss, like always, and kissed back. He wrapped his arms around Rowan as well. He then buried his face in the crook of his neck. "Thanks, Ro. But there's like two months still, I'm not sure I can go that long." He said, slightly muffled by Rowan's neck.
Rowan ran his fingers through Atlas's hair and hummed softly. "I believe in you. You're stronger than you think, Foxy." He kissed Atlas's cheek sweetly.
(Since Atlas dyes his hair a lot, let's just say it's deep purple atm)
Atlas smiled, squeezing Rowan a little tighter. "Mmk, I guess if you think so, then I'll be fine." He hummed. "D'you wanna go up to my room? I'm kinda tired."
(Aight)
"Sounds good to me. Don't fall asleep, though. We still gotta go get Milo at some point." Rowan smiled gently and followed Atlas upstairs.
"If I do you can always wake me up since I'm a pretty light sleeper." Once they got up the stairs, he turned right, going into his room then flopping onto the bed. He wrestled with his backpack, forgetting to take it off before getting on the bed.
"Mhmm." Rowan flopped down beside him and pulled him into his arms. "Your bed's so much more comfortable than mine…" He said softly.
Atlas immediately cuddled up to his boyfriend, a soft smile on his lips. "Are you sure? I think I remember yours being really comfy."
"It's comfortable enough, but not as comfortable as yours." Rowan kissed Atlas softly and smiled. "You're always here."
"That's very true, I spend too much time on my bed. I write songs, I listen to music, I obviously sleep, I do homework even though I have a desk, and just about anything honestly." Atlas giggled. His arms had been curled up in front of him and pressed up against Rowan's chest, but he slid them around Rowan's neck and pulled himself closer to his boyfriend.
Rowan rested his head on top of Atlas's and sighed happily. "And I'm here with you the majority of the time. I don't spend much time over at my own house anymore, to be perfectly honest with you."
"Yeah true, and for that, I'm kinda glad. That means I get to spend more time with you~" Atlas hummed, with a soft smile. There was some stomping up the stairs then a small knock on Atlas' door even though it was open.
"Hey, Atlas? Can I have some Oreos?" It was Jeremiah. He always asked Atlas for permission for things, instead of their parents since they were super busy. Atlas lifted his head to he could see his brother.
"Of course, Miah. Just don't have too many, k?" A large smile grew on Jeremiah's face as he ran back downstairs.
"Miah is adorable…" Rowan sighed, watching the boy run off to go get oreos. "Reminds me a bit of myself when I was his age. I always asked Rachel for things since our parents were never around."
"He is and I love him to death. But he even asks me for things when my parents are here only because I'm a lot more lenient. My parents could both be here for a year and he'd still ask me." Atlas laughed thinking about it. "From time to time, I get in trouble because of that. As much as he loves me, if he gets in trouble for eating or doing something, he blames me for giving him permission."
"Ah… classic younger sibling behavior." Rowan snickered. "I'd have done that if my parents were around enough to find out. Rachel wasn't incredibly lenient, though. She was a pretty responsible step in mom."
"That's probably good actually." Atlas giggled and rested his head again. "Once I was old enough for us not to need a babysitter, I basically said 'you can do whatever you want, just ask me first'. And I've kept that rule this whole time. It's rare when I say no to something."
Rowan laughed again. "What kind of children are you raising?" He teased. "Hopefully Miah won't be too irresponsible when he's an adult."
"This is why I should never have kids." Atlas admitted with a large smile. "Okay, but to be fair, they aren't super irresponsible yet. Like Miah's a good kid and he's only in fourth grade. Boxer is a decent kid as well. I'm a bit worried about when he goes into eighth grade, but he still have half a year-ish 'til then."
"Mm. Well, Rachel wasn't incredibly responsible either, to be honest… at least not for herself. I mean, she got married right out of high school and her husband is a dick."
"Gross." Atlas let out a small laugh at his response. "Um, sorry about that… Anyway I wouldn't do that even if I loved someone very very much. I'd wait at least a couple years."
Rowan shrugged. "I think it can work out sometimes, but she wasn't ready, and she picked the wrong person. But of course, now they have kids that I never get to see and she's stuck with him because she can't support herself."
Atlas frowned, feeling a bit bad for his initial reaction. "Oh man. That's really rough. I hope things end up working better for her in the future."