"Mom says it's time for dinner. Get up." Aiden sighed. Aiden was the middle brother. He was 14 and had dark brown messy hair and brown eyes. He wears hoodies and sweatpants all the time, has some faint eye bags from where he always stays up late playing games on his computer. Even though he was a douche bag sometimes, I still loved him.
Just because I didn't answer the second he said something, he walked over to my blinds and yanked them apart, blinding me. I felt like I had just died and now I'm looking into the light of God. I stretched my arms out and yawned. I rubbed my eyes, attempting to get them adjusted to the bright light that's shining in my face.
"Tell her I'll be there in a sec." I replied, moving the hair out from my face. My hair was kinda long. It was ash brown and had waves in it.
"Gotcha" He faintly replied and immediately walked away from my room, shutting the door behind him.
I fell back onto my bed sighing, wishing that I could just go back to sleep. My phone then chimed when a notification came in. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and stretched over to pick up my phone to check what it was.
The message was from my friend jack.
Jack: Hey Man! U wanna come over later to hang and play sum B-Ball?
Me: sure. Gotta finish some math homework tho.
I checked the time. 4:18PM. Right. I had just got home from school not too long ago and decided to pass out on my bed until dinner.
I replied and sat my phone back down onto my nightstand. I lazily moved off of my bed and put on a T-shirt. I then walked out of my room and into the kitchen. I saw Mom walking around to get the plates ready for us.
"Aiden, will you tell Oliver to come and get his plate?" Mom said, putting food onto the plates and setting them onto the table.
Oliver was the youngest out of all of us. He's adopted so of course his last name isn't Williams. We never had the chance to change it so it's stuck as Garneau for a while longer. He is always in his room and never comes out unless he wants to. Mom says that it's just a phase at his age, but I don't think it is. He's been like that ever since we adopted him. He talks to himself or his dolls all the time. I hear it as I pass by his room on some days. He's only 12. He has black wavy hair and emerald green eyes.
"You know that he won't come out, right? We've tried-" Mom cut Aiden off. "Try." She commanded. It's what she says all the time.
"Make Logan do it. I'm not trying to get him out of his room for the 500th time." Aiden murmured.
Mom sighed. "Logan, can you please tell Oliver to come and get his plate?"
"I'll just take it to 'em." I stood from the table and picked up his plate.
While walking to his door I heard him muttering to himself. I couldn't make out what it was though. As I opened his door unbothered from god knows what he's saying to himself, he quickly looked over to his door.
"Uh, here's your dinner." I said, opening his door more.
"Don't you know how to knock?" He commented. He quickly brushed his dolls away off of his desk to set his food on it.
"Oh sorry. So, you should join us in the kitchen to eat." I said. He furrowed his eyebrows.
"I am not joining you idiotic people. You guys just want me to feel wanted!" He sorta yelled.
"What, no. I just felt as if we should eat as a family. Like all together." He interrupted me.
"I don't want to ruin your chance to be together as a family. I should get going. My desk is calling for me." He sassed. With that, he shut the door in my face. I sighed and decided not to make a scene.
