Waking up sucks. Especially when it's by a persistent and jealous alarm clock that disproves of your wonderful relationship with your bed. Fortunately, alarms are fragile little buggers. Even more fortunate is that the wall is on your side this morning and aids in silencing the horrid alarm by being closer than you last remember. You don't care though. Sleep, your brain tells you, you pulled a several nighter. Sleep...

"Hayden get the frick up." A voice, normally lovely and musical, snapped with malice.

Hayden groaned something unintelligible and blindly reached for the voice. Once he got a hold of it, he yanked it down and held him close, snuggling in the crook of its neck and shoulder and drifting off back to sleep. A sharp pain interrupted his journey back to dream land and he groaned and held his hallow (and now sore) stomach, fully awake and aware of the cruel reality.

"Damnit... Dee..." Hayden groaned. He opened his eyes, slowly and only slightly, just in case he could go back to sleep, and pouted at his boyfriend.

Said boyfriend lifted a thick eyebrow and, without even a hint of a warning, dragged Hayden out of bed and dropped him onto the cold, unforgivingly hard floor. Hayden panicked and grabbed Don's shirt and the two went down. Hayden groaned again and opened his eyes to see the alarm clock (I thought I killed it...) blink mockingly at him.

7:43...

Hayden jumped up and scrambled to get his clothes off and work clothes on.

"Goddamnit, Dee! Why didn't you-"

"I swear, if you finish that with "wake me up", I will shove your shoe up your arse!" Don cut him off, slowly getting off the floor and brushing the dust and Lord knows what else off his clothes.

Hayden paused and smiled charmingly. "I was going to end it with "set my second alarm clock?"

"That... was the worst save I have ever witnessed." Don shook his head, but let it go. "Breakfast is in the brown bag on the counter. Lunch is in your regular bag. Your homework is next to your shoulder bag."

Hayden could kiss his boyfriend, so he did. He kissed him passionately on his plump lips, then parted them to slip his tongue into the strawberry pancake flavoured mouth... and promptly pulled back when he felt and heard Don dry heave.

"Hayden! Gross! You have freaking morning death breath!" Don spit repeatedly and wiped his mouth.

"... You just killed my pride..." Hayden said, feeling his pride and dignity fly out the window.

"You just killed my stomach." Don replied, looking a little green.

"You didn't have to dry heave..."

"When was the last time you brushed your teeth?"

"You could've been nice about it..."

"I can taste the garlic knots you had last week!"

"A man has pride, Dee."

"And all that coffee you consumed yesterday. Oh God..."

"You can't just tear down a man like that."

"... Brush your teeth."

Hayden shrugs, fully clothed and already headed down the hallway, away from the bathroom. "Can't! I'm running late!"

Don followed him, fishing out a pack of gum and chucking it his retreating boyfriend. "Then chew some gum-"

"Will do!" He picked up the gum, grabbed his food and headed out the door.

"And, for the love of God, don't speak to anyone!" Don yelled, just as Hayden close the door. Don crossed his arms, before pulling out his phone.

I mean it!, he sent the text to Hayden.

A few moments later he got a reply. I have to talk to people though. It is my job.

Then give them a free gas mask.

I work in a bakery... Where would I get that many gas masks?

Hayden, your breath will send people to the hospital. So you have two options: Sew your mouth shut or find gas masks and give them to your customers. Don't argue with me.

... Fine. See you tonight.

You better have cleaned your mouth by that time.

He didn't get a reply.

TBC...

What is this? I don't know. Don't question it. Just accept it and move on.

Is Frennie back? Only the gods know, cause I sure as hell don't.

Where were you? Dead. Then dealt with writers block. In several fandoms (so... many.. fandoms...). On several apps on my phone. Dead.

Who are Hayden/Don "Dee/Donny"? Hayden= Human!AU Hades, Don "Dee/Donny/DonDon"= Human!Au Poseidon.

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