And His Name Was Ash Lynx

Thanksgiving

Griffin grumbled into his pillow. His alarm going haywire. His roommate yelling at him to shut his alarm off.

Slowly, Griffin lifted his arm and clicked the off button. He slowly sat up. Rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stretched, letting out a yawn.

He looked around his room to see a suitcase sitting by the door of his room. Then he remembered. Thanksgiving. He's going home for Thanksgiving.

He hasn't even said a word to his family since he left mid August. Damn. A long time.

"Griff. I made breakfast whenever your ready to actually get ready to go." His roommate said from the other side of the door. His name was Max Lobe. A really chill dude. Griffins best friend.

Griffin rolled his eyes. "I'm up Max. Let me get dressed before rushing me to eat.". Griffin rolled out of bed, literally. He slowly made his way to his closet to pick out some clothes to wear. He figured nothing fancy since he'll be in the truck basically all day, but presentable enough to show he put thought into coming.

In the end he decided to wear a t-shirt despite the colder weather, and a pair of pants. He grabbed his suitcase and brought it out of his room and into the living room of his shared apartment with Max. He sniffed. "What'd you make Maxy?"

He heard a loud groan from the kitchen area. Max hates being called Maxy, the only reason why Griffin calls him that. "What do you think I made idiot?"

Griffin hummed, then dramatically gasped. "A gourmet omelette!? You shouldn't have Maxy!"

This got a very sarcastic laugh from his friend. "Yep. You got it Griff. Definitely not eggs and toast."

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Right after Griffin ate, he left. He wasted no time. He didn't want to go back home, but he wanted to see Aslan and eat some free food. He missed Aslan. He was tempted to write to him a few times, but he knew Aslan wasn't much of a writer compared to a reader. Speaking of reading, Griffin needs to tell him about the library in New York. Aslan will fall in love just from the description alone.

Before Griffin knew it, he pulled into the driveway. Jennifer was walking from the farm house to the diner holding a basket. Jim was nowhere to be seen, thank god. Griffin got out and waved to Jennifer. "Hey! Long time no see!"

Jennifer's head snapped towards Griffin. Her face lighting up. She placed the basket on the ground and walked over to Griffin, hugging him. "Hello, Griffin."

It felt nice to see Jennifer again. How did a girl like her end up falling for a man as cruel as their dad? He'll never know. "Is dad around? Or Aslan?"

Jennifer's smile became more forced the second Aslan was mentioned. "Jim is in the diner, and Aslan is sleeping in his room. Hasn't slept the best over the past few months."

Odd. He's normally a great sleeper. "Oh. Interesting. Any ideas on why?"

Jennifer quickly shook her head. "It was nice seeing you Griff, but I have these dishes I must return to the diner." Just like that, Jennifer walked off, picked up the basket, and continued her way to the diner.

Weird, Griffin thought. He shrugged his shoulders and got his suitcase out of the truck. He opened the door to the small farm house. A sense of familiarity overcoming him. However, something was different. The energy of the house felt worse.

Griffin made his way to his bedroom, passing by Aslan's. He stopped outside of it. It was dead silent. Not even a creak of the bed. Griffin continued to his room.

Once he got there, he unpacked his clothes for the weekend. Laying on his bed, he sighed. It felt weird laying on such an uncomfortable mattress after being able to lay on a comfortable mattress for so long.