Living

Chapter 19: Spot's Birthday Spectacular

Davey woke up drowsily, sniffling as he ran a hand through his hair. His back and legs hurt a bit, and he felt like he was confined in a small space.

Uh oh.

He looked above him and saw Jack, passed out and using himself as a pillow.

Bigger uh oh.

Hastily trying to find a door handle, the door swooped open, revealing a confused Les.

"Why the hell are you in the closet?"

"Language", Davey muttered, beginning to calm down. Those YouTube videos have yet to come in handy. "And we fell asleep."

Les nodded, finding Jack ok the floor, still sleeping. "You should come out of the closet."

"I'm gay."

"Funny."

Davey chuckled tiredly as he picked up Jack and watched Les leave. He walked out of the closet with minimal amount of accidents and placed Jack on the bed, smiling as the older curled in on himself.

He kissed his head and walked back to the closet, grabbing a random sweatshirt and jeans. Then he went into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

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Les was making tea, like any respectable 13 year old.

He waited rather patiently for the water to get warmer, more patient then usual. He was thinking about what Books said last night.

I think you should talk to her again. He didn't want to. Not right now. He didn't see the point.

Of course he's still mad. Sarah hadn't spoken to them in seven months, then she shows up one day trying to invade in his okay life—not new, never new, because he can't start over—but she didn't want to be apart of his entire life.

She wanted to miss out on Davey, someone Les respects, loves, and looks up to.

But it's not fair to hate her. Even though I really, really want to, it's not fair. She's still his sister, and siblings have to learn and forgive, even if it doesn't require a huge t-shirt and a hug.

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Davey got out of the shower, his head pounding. Maybe it was because he cried. Maybe it's because he slept uncomfortably. Who knows.

He puts his clothes on as he thinks about the night before. He wasn't expecting to have to talk about The Incident. He truly thought Sarah was there to bond.

He doesn't want her to hate him. He doesn't want to believe it's his fault. But in some alternate universe, he didn't go out. He stayed at home.

Or he called in.

Or he came back earlier.

Davey shakes his head, ridding himself of the possibilities. He didn't do any of those things, and now my sister hates me. Point: David.

He splashes water on his face and brushed his teeth, cringing at the taste of the mouthwash. He wiped off his mouth and walked out of the bathroom, heading towards the kitchen, where he saw Les pouring warm water into mugs with tea bags. Morning tea.

Davey smiles as Les sits down with the two mugs, giving one to his older brother. "Hey. How're you feeling?"

"Tired", Les muttered, rubbing his eyes. "I also really want Book's hoodie, but he's laying on it."

Davey chuckled, glancing at the younger boy in the living room. His mouth was open slightly, soft snores emitting from it.

Both brothers laughed quietly, listening to the early, yet bustling streets of New York. There was never a truly quiet moment.