My Brother's Best Friend (DreamNotFound)

"Comeback"

Chpt. 11

(Dream's Perspective)

I wave my hand looking back at George sitting in the front seat of his car, turning into the house. Quietly, I shut the door, trying not to wake anyone.

I make my way through the dark front foyer to the kitchen. I open the fridge door to see a jug of orange juice, I pour myself a glass to remind me of the night in the kitchen. I would do anything just to trigger deja-vu from the moments I shared with him.

As I close the fridge door and turn around I get startled by my dad, on the other end of the counter. He had probably come in while I had my face buried in the glowing fridge luminance.

"Who's that," he says in a deep tone, referring to George

"Oh, It was George,"

"Where was Sapnap?" he says, being a bit nosy for my sleepy brain.

"He was out with his girlfriend," I attempt to leave out as much as I can, but knowing him he'd get it out at some point

"What did you two do together?" his questioning getting on my nerves

"We went to Phil's diner and went for a swim at the beach,"

"Why didn't you just come home if Sapnap had left?" his question became progressively more intrusive

"Well we thought it would be nice to spend some time together," I drink my orange juice trying to avoid the tense eye contact.

"You shouldn't be spending time around that boy, I can't let whatever that is happen to my son," what? What did he mean 'that'

"Why?" I say my voice starting to defensively raise "we're friends, can I not hang around my friends?"

"Not him, he's a bad influence," giving no reason whatsoever as normal. I could sense the rising form of anger in the room. I could tell why he had brought this up, why he was reacting like this. I should've been more careful, more diligent.

I wasn't interested in starting this tonight so I finished my orange juice, the tiny memento now spoiled. I drop the glass in the sink and head up to my bedroom. The moonlight reflects off the residual rain on my window and lights up my room. The tiredness from the day taking over as I drift asleep.

The sound of birds looking for food from the previous storm slowly wakes me. I head down into the kitchen, the smell of cinnamon buns wafting up the stairs. This was an unusual occurrence, even though my mom did enjoy cooking and baking a lot, it was un-often she'd get up and do something for breakfast.

"A celebration of the break!" a wide smile on her face as I make my way into view. A warm pan of fresh steaming cinnamon buns on the counter.

I make my way to the counter and sit on the wooden stool. As my mom shovels one onto my plate I thank her and we make small talk, talking about the school year and university. The weekend's topic lightly passes around and I carefully bring up the night before.

Unlike my dad she expresses her admiration of the 'friendship', also getting the hint it was a bit more than that.

As the warm day passes I sit in the backyard on the patio, letting the sun lightly bake my skin. I go swimming in the small pool for a bit before I notice my phone buzzing on the small side table by the lounge chairs.

my mom peers over at the phone and proceeds to read the contact, "Ooh, it's from George!" I pull myself out of the water quickly drying off my hands. I check my buzzing phone;

*2 new messages*

I decide to check Geroge's first

< Hey, I had fun last night, we should do it again sometime :)