𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴

𝘵𝘦𝘯

𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴

A looked at the pieces of papers laid out on my counter. I hated it, it didn't sound like a book, it sounded like if it was a boring diary. That isn't a complement.

My thoughts got interrupted by a knock on my door. I walked over wondering who the hell wants to talk to me. As I opened it, I saw my very distant uncle, he acts exactly like my dad. I despised my dad.

"Nicolas, good to see you" he patted my shoulder and walked into my house. He touched my shoulder and walked into my house. He placed his hand on my shoulder and walked into my house. I hate when people touch me and walk into my house.

"What do you want?" I shut the door loudly walking towards him. He looked around my
house, touching everything. I don't think I've been this irritated in a long time.

My nails pierced the palms of my hands. My whole body tensed up wanting to just grab him and throw him out.

"You're taking over, he wanted to pass it down to you, not me. Plus I've made my money"

"Pass down what Warren?" He took a step close to me and took out a folder from his sweater.

"You were the sons boss of the business, he wanted you to run it."

"You think I want to be in charge of half the city? You think I want to go to each business building and tell them hey I'm your new boss? I don't even know what to do?"

"You have your fathers brains, you can be the new future, you're already loaded with money, you can make more money by just running what you were born for"

"I'm not taking over the business, I never have and never will. Now get out of my fucking house" i felt liquid drip down my hands. Shit.

"That's too damn bad, this is the family business, I did my part. You are 33 years old, a full grown adult, grow up and take over. You start on tomorrow. All you have to do is sit in the office and be in charge of meetings, money, and organization of everyone and everything. You even get an assistant."

"What are we even in charge of?" I sighed to myself, at least wanting to know what we're in charge of. I've hated this business my whole life and now I have to be part of it.

"We own half of San Francisco son, what do you think? Everything is in this folder, I have to leave. I have now retired, it's a good business, been in the running for 90 years, take care of it" he set the folder down on the kitchen counter. "Hope I see you soon, call me if you need any assistance" I heard the front door close.

I looked at my hands that were practically bleeding to death. I went to the sink washing off the blood that stained my hands. If I wanted to run the business I would have done that a long time ago, but I don't and I didn't.

I bandaged my hands up before I decide to open the folder. This is my future. Sadly. I opened the folder seeing the billions of paper with my name on it. Can my life get any worse?

I ran my hands through my hair as I read all the building we owned-I owned. It was just endless papers of papers that were very disorganized. Business statements mixed with bills. Everything was just everywhere.

I walked over to my cabinet that had packets of cigarettes waiting for me. Time to release some stress, if I can. It seems nearly impossible for me to now.

I held the cigarette in between my finger, bringing to to my lips to inhale the smoke. Slowly exhaling through my nose.

My thoughts got interrupted by another knock on my door. Why are people wanting to come to my house? I should really think about putting up a sign that says 'leave me the fuck alone'.

I opened the door still feeling the rage in me. I looked down blowing the smoke out. Of course Kendall is at my door step.

"Good afternoon" she smiled, she wore a knitted sweater and some low rise beige flared jeans. Her hair was down.

"Hi" I muttered really not in the mood for the cupcakes and rainbows act. We both said something at the same time. I sighed to myself, signaling her to go first.

"I know you aren't a people person, and I don't know if you hate me or something but, I want to ask if you would like to come over to my house and eat some cookies and brownies with coffee of course" she bit her lip softly hoping I would say yes. I really wasn't in the mood to go, I wouldn't want to go either way.

"Why would I want to go to your house?" I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling really annoyed by human interaction.

"Well you bought me a cup of coffee on Friday, I want to return a favor... please?" Her eyes pleaded me to go, she slightly pouted her lips. I sighed to myself throwing the cigarette to the floor and stepping on it.

"Fine" I gave in. I couldn't say no, I was already acting like a total dick to her. Plus she thinks I hate her, which I don't to clear up. I just hate how fucking nice and happy she is.

"Yay" she smiled and walked down the steps, she turned back looking at me "You coming?" She looked so.....comforting in a way.

I shut the door behind me walking with her to her house. "Well this is my house" she pushed the door open and skipped in. The house was bright, sunlight practically lived in here, the walls were white and the couch was white. Everything was white or beige. Pots of plants here and there. Paintings on the walls. The classic oak wood floors. It was cozy I guess.

"So I made brownies and cookies, i know you love the cookies, also I made you black coffee" she walked down the small hall into the kitchen. The kitchen was not modern at all. A gas stove, old fridge that surprisingly still works. Plants and ceramic pots in many places. Flowers. "You can sit anywhere you'd like"

Everything was too small for me. I sat on the small chair in the small table. My legs didn't fit normally under the table, so I left a leg out. She came back with two small mugs and a plate of cookies and brownies.

"I hope it's good" she sat in front of me fitting perfect in her seat. Her hair fell over her face, I wanted to move it but she did that before I even asked. She seemed nervous, her hand held onto the the mug and her eyes would either look into the mug or at me, but when she looked at me she looked straight back into her mug.

I couldn't stop thinking about tomorrow. I had to be the new fucking boss? That's all I thought of. I have to give up writing and begin the business.

"So tell me about yourself" she snapped me out of my thoughts. What did she want me to say?

"Nothing really interesting has happened to me" she sipped her coffee looking down. I have so much shit to do, and I'm here... "listen, your nice and all, but I have to go" I stood up out of the small chair, she looked at me but then looked down. She looked kinda sad or hurt.

"Umm okay" she stood up from her chair "I'll walk you out" i looked at her face trying to o figure out what she was thinking. She began walking with me to the front door, I didn't mean for her to feel bad. Those weren't my intentions. I just simply am not in the right mood for eating food.

"Thank you Kendall" she nodded not really believing me. Is she mad at me? I didn't do anything I just can't do anything right now, I have a whole city to run.

"I'll see you around" she looked into my eyes as I looked back into hers, why was she so hurt?

"Kendall," I started but she cut me off not letting me end my sentence.

"Nicolas, you don't have to make up an excuse to not want to talk to me, I understand." She doesn't understand, I could tell by the way she looked. She's just assuming that I hate her.

"I don't hate you Kendall, I told you I don't hate you. I just have a lot going on right now, can't you understand that? I would stay but I can't. So stop giving me the puppy dog face" my anger issues have caught up with me. I pinched the bridge if my nose, running my hand through my hair. I didn't even want to look at her, she was probably going to cry or something.

"Bye" I walked out down the stairs. I looked back at her, not really expecting her to do anything except close the door, but she waved at me goodbye. I'll take that as she doesn't hate me.