2 heartbroken teens

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I hear a noise. It comes from downstairs. My mum's already sleeping in her room so it can't be her. And because it's very late in the night I freak out. Maybe it's nothing, but my gut tells me otherwise. 

I sharpen my senses and stand sit on my bed. Again I hear the noise, so I'm not paranoid. I think somebody's trying to break in. For fuck's sake. I'm angry that this is happening now but, considering it's my mum's house, I'm glad I stayed the night so I can defend her and the house from the motherfucker that decided to bug the night. Although I wasn't doing anything very interesting, just laying in bed with some music and scrolling through social media.

I don't have anything in my old room to get if I have to fight the person. I guess I'll have to defend with my fists. Not a problem, though.

Before going downstairs, I check the lower floor from the handrail, peeking my head out. There's too much silence. Again I think it could be my imagination, but it sounded too real from my room, so I rather make sure there's nobody in the house.

The stairs slightly creak as I go down. Probably they also know I'm awake and they're not alone. I try to focus where the person could be. I hear another creak from the hall.

"There you are." I murmur to myself. I don't want to waste more time trying to go quiet into the room, so with no hesitation I open the door and see who's in there.

Kaleb's face turns white in shock for a brief second. I can't tell if I would've prefer him to be a stranger.

"Bro, you fucking scared the shit out of me, what are you doing here?"

He can't be serious. 

"What are you doing here? And don't fucking shout, mum's sleeping you idiot."

"Look, I'm just taking some things and leaving, okay?"

No fucking way.

"Are you robbing mum? You fucking serious?!" It's so hard to talk to him without increasing my voice, although I just said to him to be quiet. I close the door. 

"C'mon Vincent, it's just some silverware."

"You say it like she'll never know. And don't call me by my full name."

"Why not? You always call me by my birth name like you're not proud of me being your brother."

"Well, you gave me enough reasons, don't you think?"

"If you don't talk lower, mum's gonna wake up."

"Then don't fucking break in her house." He's really a pain in the ass. "Look, I'm being very tolerant: leave the stuff where it belongs, go away and mum won't know about this."

"I think you don't see that I need this."

"Why? Don't you own a massive house and like fifty luxury cars?" Kaleb scoffs. "Have you robbed mum before?" This better be the first and only time. But his look tells me otherwise. 

"Fucking piece of shit..." I can't, I just can't. 

Suddenly, his phone rings. He takes it out of his pocket.

"Who is it?" I want to know.

"Can you stop talking for a second?" He looks at the screen and then at me. Kaleb smiles, mischievously. Who the fuck is calling?

"Oh, you don't wanna know." He teases.

As if I was gonna put it aside.

"Let me see." I try to get his phone, but he rises his arm up, although I can see the name on the screen, so in part I guess he's doing it on purpose. My eyes widens in full disbelief the moment I read the name.

"Why the fuck is Summer calling you?!"

"Why you care that much; she's not your girlfriend, right?"

"Just tell me how you have her number."

"And why don't you ask her?"

"I'm asking you right now."

He ignores me and accepts the call, putting the speaker on.

"Hey Summer." He speaks. He hasn't quit the irritating smile. It's bothering me a lot.

"Hi, um, can we meet tomorrow morning?"

What the fuck? 

"Actually, we can meet in ten if you can."

"Umm, yeah, okay. Same spot?"

"Sure." Kaleb grins at me. "Do you mind if I bring someone else with me?"

"I guess not."

"Okay, see you." And hangs up. "Hey Vinnie, I got a client in ten, would you wanna come?"