Stop. Please. ST-
I jumped up out of breath. I looked around, I was still in my childhood bedroom. I groaned rubbing my eyes. I stayed at my parents for a week before heading back to Manchester. I placed my glasses on my face and looked at my rainbow led clock.
2:04am. Wow a new record. I stepped out of bed. My paw pads pressing against the crunchy black checkered rug. I walked through my room and opened the door. Everything was dark, it was hard to see anything. I stumbled to the kitchen as quietly as I could.
I flipped on the light above the stove. The yellow light barely illuminating the kitchen. I opened the cabinet. Standing on my tippy toes to reach the coffee blend container. I grabbed it and opened the lid. The smell of coffee blends was amazing.
I put a coffee filter in the coffee pot and put a cup of coffee grounds in the filter. I closed the lid and poured water into the compartment. I pressed brew and put the coffee pot underneath it.
I sat on the counter and watched the coffee trickle into the pot. My ears stood on point as the crickets outside interrupted the quiet. My tail wagged slightly thumping against the counter.
The coffee pot finally squeezed out the last few drips. I turned it off and threw out the grounds. I grabbed my hello kitty mug from when I was 6 and poured the dark brew into it. I grabbed 3 ice cubes placing them into the mug and turning off the light.
I walked back into my room closing the door quietly. I turned on my pink lava lamp. What to do to waist time for another 6 hours before my bus back to Manchester. I opened my phone and looked through Instagram. No one was active. I sighed. I sat on bed, the soft worn out bed sinking beneath me.
I took a sip of my coffee before sitting it on my nightstand beside my lava lamp. I looked around my room. It was small and cramped, so was my apartment but it was home. I didn't enjoy being with my parents. It was awkward.
I opened my laptop and opened up my music file. A song I had been trying to make bloom that wouldn't. I sighed as I thought of lyrics or even a tune. I left my guitar at home but I could play the cords in my head. Nothing worked.
Buzz buzz
I looked at my phone.
Moss: "hey I can sense your awake. Another dream?"
Sparrow: "yeah. Getting worse."
Moss: "you really need to go see a therapist."
Sparrow: "I'm fine just hard being away from home. You."
Moss: "I'll see you in 8 hours. I got a meeting in the morning. Love you spur<3"
I sighed as I set my phone down. I continued thinking of lyrics until I groaned in annoyance. I looked at the clock. 4:06am. Fuck this.
I stood up and striped from my clothes. I put on a pair of basketball shorts and a black hoodie. I grabbed my headphones putting on my favorite song. I put on my black converse and walked out of my bedroom. I walked out of the house and onto the sidewalk. The sun hadn't even started rising yet. Only psychos were up at this hour, and I guess I was that psycho.
I sighed as I started jogging down the sidewalk. Anything helps other then being alone in that god forsaken house.
Mom had died during birthing me and since then dad always blamed me and said "I should have been the one to go". He got a new girlfriend but she was just as insane.
Just a few more hours.
My footsteps were silent as I jogged. My tail swayed as I jogged. My ears on point, twitching at every noise.
I made it into town. The bell chimed. 6:00am. Town was starting to open. I looked and my favorite coffee shop sign turned to say open. Thank god.
I walked down the sidewalk into the shop. The bell chimed and the barista turned and looked at me. There smile fading as they saw my ears and tail.
I walked across the floor my quiet footsteps still making the floor creek. I walked up to the bar, looking at the signs.
Barista: "what c-can I get you"
Sparrow: "medium cold brew..."
I froze as I took a deep inhale. Blueberry muffins. I looked at the display case, they were still fresh.
Sparrow: "one of those please."
She nodded and bagged my muffin and poured my coffee.
Barista: "$5.47. Cash or card?"
Sparrow: "cash."
I pulled out my wallet and payed. I picked up my muffin bag and coffee. I turned and started waking towards the door when I bumped into a dense object.
My coffee crashing to the ground between us. I sighed and looked up. A man, with a skull mask? In a military outfit. I quickly shook my head and stood up straight saluting.
He was silent and I remembered, this is a coffee shop..... I sighed and stopped saluting.
Sparrow: "sorry...."
I quickly brushed past him with my muffin clutched tightly in my hand. It's fine I didn't need anymore coffee anyways. I sighed and unwrapped my muffin and took a bite of it as I walked down the sidewalk back home. I wanted to be gone before dad was awake. And that still was the plan.
I walked down our street and walked to the door, grabbing the door knob when I heard laughter. Shit. I sighed and walked inside. The laughter quickly stopped. They didn't say a word, just stared.
I walked down the hall to my room. I closed the door quietly, locking it. I started packing my belongings into my duffel bag. I placed my notebook and laptop into my book bag and threw it over my back.
I picked up my duffel bag and sighed.
Finally, home.
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