Nixon's Story

Chapter 3

Once we got back to my house, we headed upstairs. I tried to avoid my dad the best I could.

Misha walked out of the spare bedroom. I gravely looked at him. He was wide awake, his long black hair in a braid, black pants, a gold, black, and white shirt that was a belly shirt thing, with a gold necklace which had a red ruby in the middle, and gold cuffs.

"Oh, morning Misha." I muttered.

"Good morning, Nixon." He said looking at me and Nin. 

"I just want to let you know that I put some boxes in your room for packing." He added.

That was one of the things that I somewhat liked about him. He wasn't an ass like my father.

"Uh, thanks." He winked at me.

I smiled slightly and continued up the stairs. I started towards my room with Nin following, when Misha grabbed my arm. I jumped slightly and looked at him.

"Nixon, you don't need to act like a perfect son to just please your father, act normally, I'm sure he won't mind." He muttered.

"He only tells me to when you're around..." I said quietly.

He laughed.

"Well then," Misha let me go. "You don't have to, just act yourself, no one will judge you." He smirked and walked downstairs.

"I never knew he was so nice." Nin whispered to me.

I nodded slowly, with a slight frown. 

"Come on!" I lead Nin to my room.

My room was a huge mess, but four boxes where on my bed neatly.

I sat down on the floor.

"Tape up a box and I'll start getting my books ready." Nin nodded and got to work.

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Three hours passed and we got the four boxes done.

"Few! I feel sorry for you, having to pack like this every day!" Nin said laughing.

I smiled softly.

"Thanks. I think you should head back home though, you didn't tell your parents your here."

"Yeah..." He stood up and dusted himself off.

"I guess so... call me before you leave! So then I can say a proper good bye to you!" He said making a peace sigh with his fingers.

"Yep! I will! See ya Nin!" He nodded and left my room.

I sighed and rested my head on my bed.

"Don't really want to leave?" I quickly looked up to see Misha standing in the doorway of my room. I sighed to myself.

"Yeah... I have a life here! If I move then I wouldn't have a life, I would be that creepy fan boy who stays in the shadows with no friends." I said looking at him. There was silence, but then we both laughed.

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"You do?" I asked him. He nodded.

"When your father and I were moving from France, I didn't want to go. I built a perfect life there, a reputation, but then we moved. I got used to the new surroundings and contacted my friends every now and again."

"Wait, how did you know my dad?" I asked, standing up.

"He never tells you anything, huh?" He asked crossing his arms.

I nodded, I had no idea what he was on about, but he was right, my dad never tells me anything. Ever since the two divorced, my father became "anti-social". He'd only demand things from Misha and I, but mainly Misha.

He sighed.

"Nixon, the reason why I'm always here is because I'm your uncle." I stayed quiet.

A silence filled the room, but it wasn't awkward as I thought it would be.

"Wait..? What? I always thought you were like my dad's partner or something like that." I said quietly.

He was quiet for a minute before he chuckled.

"Why would you think your father is homosexual?" He asked me. I shrugged.

"I don't know... ever since mom and dad got divorced I thought you were some guy that my father was hooking up with."

Misha laughed.

"You serious?" Misha asked. I nodded.

"Well now your thinking has changed, right?" He asked me.

I looked at him, before smiling and nodding.

"Now that I know that you're my uncle, I feel like an idiot." Misha smiled.

"You never would remember me, you were too young when you first met me. This type of meeting, isn't the best I would say." 

I shook my head. 

"Nope..." He smiled to me. 

"Well, lunch is on the table, come down before my 'partner' eats it all." He said making quotation marks with his fingers. I blushed.

"You will not bring this up to him, will you?" I asked.

Misha smiled and shook his head.

"No, I won't."

"Thank you!!"