Dallas grinned widely and got up. "Jazz is a liar, liar, pants on fire!" He sung in a singsong voice as he stood, towering over her sitting body. He picked up a grape and with a chuckle, he popped it into his mouth. He snickered and grabbed the end of the cover she sat on and pulled her along as he drug her into the livingroom.
Alex woke up in the floor of his bedroom. His mom had divorced his dad and agreed to let him moved in with her so he had a place to stay. He sat up and rubbed his head, getting to his feet. Looking around his room, he sighed and walked downstairs groggily. He didn't see his mom around so he grabbed his truck keys and headed out of the house. He had slept in what he wore the other day. Just skinnyjeans and a white tank. He held his shoes in one hand and got into the truck. He slid his shoes on without no socks before starting up the truck. He was dressed pretty lazily today but he didn't care one bit. Yawning, he pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road.