Rodney was pulled into the space between dreams and consciousness by the alarm on his phone. Part of his mind was awake enough to realize the buzzing noise was not a part of the surfing competition he had just won and was successfully dragging the rest of him back to the waking world.
He reached out clumsily for his phone and tapped the screen until the alarm stopped. He looked at the screen to see that it wasn't an alarm and he had just typed [7is57;o.;] to Derek on Facebook Messenger.
[what the heck is that?] popped up
Rodney looked at their conversation so far.
[Gauntlet Legends and breakfast pizza, you in?]
[Rodney, Red Warrior needs food badly]
[Dude I'm dying over here]
[Is this annoying yet?]
[How 'bout now]
[Now?]
[7is57;o.;]
[What the heck is that?]
Rodney shook his head and typed out his reply. [You did't say you were a morning person] sent it off, dropped his phone on the bed and began to scrounge around for a clean shirt. He had considered doing laundry last night but it was still summer, even if the weather in the state denied that fact with every fiber of it's being, he still had a few blessed weeks before school started. The only reason he could think of to wear truly clean clothes was to try and impress Vivian and he wasn't ready to look that obvious yet. His phone beeped as he pulled a Warcraft shirt on that didn't have any stains.
[Does it count as 'morning person' if I haven't slept yet?]
Rodney shook his head. [Oh great. Does this mean you're going to pass out sometime this afternoon and I will get to make my very own garbage pizza?] He replied as he stepped into his shoes. He dumped his phone into the pocket of his jeans and grabbed his jacket off the hook and slid into it and left the house.
His pocket beeped down the block. [A; Not passing out any time soon according to 5 hour energy]
Rodney's fingers flew over his phone screen [five hours from now is still only two this afternoon.]
the reply was near instant. [oh sure, if you wanna be a wuss and only drink one.]
Rodney sighed [and how many have you had?]
[let's see...carry the one...enough to stay awake for forty hours]
Rodney laughed out loud, alone, on the street. [I don't think it works like that.]
[if one gives you five hours of energy then eight should keep you awake for a like a day and a half. That's not marketing, that's basic math.]
Rodney groaned and typed his reply. [You do know there's a limit to how long the human body can stay conscious for right?] he sent it off.
[you are assuming I am human] came the reply.
[dude even superman sleeps!] He replied without thinking.
[prove it!]
[what are you trying to do anyway? become so caffeinated that you vibrate into a different dimension?] he asked waiting for the light to turn green so he could cross the street.
[Got it in one] came the reply.
Rodney dropped his phone into his jacket pocket and hurried the last fifty feet to the pizza shop and pulled the door open making the bell ring.
