It’s his mom, waking him for breakfast

Comments on desired story paths are always appreciated, and fyi the sexy won’t start until next chapter at earliest. I’m a slow burn kinda gal.

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Mark rubbed his eyes, only vaguely remembering his dream. Something about his heart’s desire. Oh well, it was time to face another crappy day in public high school.

“Mark, are you up?” He heard his mom call through the door. “Yeah mom.” He replied, still groggy. “I’ll be down in fifteen minutes.” He stumbled over to the shower, hoping the water would jolt him awake.

It did. Once he’d washed and dried, he stepped in front of the mirror to the same, pathetic, wimpy sight he saw every morning. God he wishes he was bigger. Maybe that’s what the dream was about, he mused.

Regardless, he was wasting time, he hurriedly got dressed and headed downstairs. His older sister Andrea was already at the table.

Andrea was everything he wasn’t. Captain of the lacrosse team, straight A student, popular, and Mark hadn’t recalled her not having at least one girlfriend since she came out four years ago. Meanwhile, Mark only had a girlfriend because Andrea had set him up with Connie, who he was fairly sure only stayed with him out of pity. His failure to please her had only worsened Andrea’s opinion of him.

“You’re hair looks like an owl’s nest, and that shirt should have been burned three months ago. Don’t you give a damn about your looks?” She asked harshly

“Now Andrea, you know your brother tries as hard as he can, be nice. And you could stand to run a comb through your hair Mark.

“Yes mother.” Andrea said, rolling her eyes.

Mark gulped down his scrambled eggs in silence before running back to his room to brush his teeth. He kissed his mother on the way out the door and hurried to make the bus