I'm Fine (#Wattys2015)

46

Nick's P.O.V.

I get up in the morning to the sound of my alarm clock. That means it is a school day. Ugh. Six o'clock is too damn early.

Oh well. Since I feel that I should get Jo up, I go to her room and knock. After waiting a minute, with no answer, I knock again.

Still no answer. Ugh. Seriously? "Jo!" I say and open the door. Looking around, I don't see the girl.

"Hey, Jo?" I say a bit softer. I scratch my head and open the door wider. Where the hell is that girl? Did she go to take a shower? Wait. The water is not running.

Oh well. I back out of the room and close the door to Jo's room. Hearing talking from down stairs, I head that way.

Hushed voices. And then I hear my name.

"Yeah..." the words fade out. "Hard... Jason..."

Jason?! What the hell are they talking about? I creep closer to the stair well. Words start to become clearer.

"A while back, something happened." I hear my mom say.

"What?" The second voice asks. It sounds somewhat like Jo.

"It really is not my place to tell you. If Nick wants you to know, he will say something. Just know that Jay is a touchy subject."

"Alright. Well. Do you want help with breakfast, Karen?" Jo asks, switching what they were talking about.

"Aww. You don't need to dear. I know you just came back from..." mom trails off.

"But I want to help. Honestly, doing stuff like running or cooking helps keep my mind off everything I don't want to think about."

"Well then, in that case, sure. French toast foe your first day back."

"Sweet."

I figure it is safe to come down now. "Hey, mom. Jo." I say innocently.

"Good morning, Nicky." Mom says cheerily and comes over. She kisses my cheek and I playfully swat her away. Meanwhile, Jo just laughs at our interactions.

"I'm making French toast with Josie here. Since she is actually going to go back to school." Mom says, a smile playing on her lips.

"Thanks guys." I say and grab the freshly finishes piece of toast.

"Hey. Not yet." Jo pushes me back.

"But... but it'll get cold." I argue back and pout.

"Ugh. Fine. You can eat it. But only because your pouting face is cute." Jo gives in.

"Yay!" I cheer. Taking the French toast, I sit at tthe table. After pouring syrup on it, I take a bite.

"Is it good?" Mom asks.

"Yeah. Thanks."

"You are welcome, honey."

After we all eat, I go upstairs again. Jo follows me. We part at my room so we can get changed and ready for school.

"See ya." I say.

"See ya."