Rylan's POV
Waking up, I felt like I was hit with a truck. Not only did I wake up before my alarm, my blanket was on the floor, leaving me bare and cold.
Times like this, I wished Lucas was here so I could blame him for my misfortune.
But he wasn't. So I sat up with my eyes squinted drowsily and debated whether to roll over and sleep again. Knowing I had to pick Chet up today, I decided against it and sleepily reached for my phone.
If I weren't so tired, a small smile would've pulled at my lips from seeing a text from Kyler and Chet. But I was so I didn't. I hate morning people.
I read over Chet's texts first since there were a few. I read them once, and then once more, and slowly glanced at the time.
Chet: [picture attached] i made breakfast !! for kyler~
Chet: and lucas..
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