☾︎ - Kᴜᴜᴍᴀᴛ Tᴀsᴋᴜᴛ - ☽︎ [ Schlattbur Book ]

☾︎• 𝘈𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘢 •☽︎ ᴀɴɢsᴛ/ғʟᴜғғ

PoV ; 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒖𝒓 𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒕 ♫︎.

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   It was by an orange glow and a warm breeze that I was greeted as I opened my eyes. Autumn was now at it's paroxysm. The leaves were turning a reddish shade, carelessly falling to the ground. As I sat on my bed, the beaming light hit my face.

It was time for a new day.

   I could already hear Tommy, my little brother, talking on the phone with his friends. Phil, went on a work trip. But it's alright, I am grown up enough to take care of a 13 years old. Phil is a really busy man, but he is a great father . . . I also have an older brother, Techno, as we like to call him. But he already left the family nest, and is now living his life in town. We live in a small village, and by small, I mean we know everyone, and everyone knows us.

   But we are pretty isolated from the village. Our house is surrounded by the trees, it's really beautiful, calm and cozy.

   As I walked down the wooden stairs, Tommy greeted me, his mouth full of pancakes.

« - Morning child, had a good sleep ? »

« - Stop calling me a child bro, and yeah, it was a pretty nice sleep. »

« - Heh, okay child. »

   I smiled, ruffling his blonde hair, sitting next to him at the table. I wasn't so hungry this morning. Tommy obviously saw that I wasn't gonna touch my plate. It happens sometimes.

« - Oh, you're not eating those ? Can I have 'em ? »

« - Yeah, take them. »

« - Thanks man ! Hey, I was wondering if you would be okay with Toby coming over ? »

   Toby is Tommy's best friend. They knew each other since middle school, so I let Tommy go out with Toby almost every week. He's a lovely kid. I heard he was taken in and adopted by a man who was about my age.

« - Of course, but only if his parents are okay with it. »

« - Oh, um . . . Can Schlatt come over too ? He is Toby's adoptive father. They would sleep in the guest room. »

« - Schlatt ? Well, I don't really see a problem with that. Are you sure he's okay with it ? »

« - Yeah, yeah don't worry. They could stay for the weekend ? I'm pretty bored. »

« - I honestly would like to speak to that Schlatt guy before he sleeps in our house. »

« - Phil already spoke with him ! And I know him too, he's so 26, and really cool. You could be really good friends, but, bad news, he's american. »

Well, if Phil already had a talk with him . . .

« - Okay, I trust you then. »

« - YEY ! »

   Tommy was on holidays, and as a pretty active child, he is pretty bored during these ones. And, to be honest, I am too. So I think it would be nice to have someone else at home to keep him company. And maybe I will get to have a new friend ?

Friend . . .

   Tommy went to his room. And I went into the living room, took my acoustic guitar and sat down on the couch. I needed to finish my song.

   I was writing a song, I wanted it to talk about the feelings you get when you're all by yourself, during Autumn, the thoughts you can have. Music lifts a weight off of my mind, even if no one's listening to it. I don't think I'm gonna share my songs with anyone other than Tommy. I started experiencing new melodies and writing down some ideas.