"We are going to be late," Zeke complains as Mylo is not making an attempt to move from the bed.
He lies on his stomach, his legs swinging in the air as he fiddles with his new phone, a curious smile on his face.
"Aren't you the happiest person in the world right now? We have the professor's assignments and it is due today."
"I will do it later," Mylo's eyes did not shift from his phone.
Zeke sighs and throws himself on the bed, resting his head on Mylo's back, "Alpha Royce is getting serious with you, he even bought you a phone. He is going to buy you a house soon and you, my friend, have to take it."
"Alpha Ryker bought it though," Mylo swings his legs happily, very happy to own a phone, he never thought he could own one even in the nearest future.
"What?" Zeke sits up, "Do you realize what is going on, Mylo. Do you realize what you are getting yourself into?"
Mylo draws a deep breath at Zeke's serious tone, he drags himself up.
