Little, sleepy Julian couldn't sleep that night.
Not because of the monsters under the bed.
Not because of the darkness filling the room to the top.
He couldn't sleep because of the Night Noises. They weren't exactly scary, they were weird. Really weird.
So, Julian, being the curious fellow he is, crept quietly to where the noises were coming from.
The bedroom.
It wasn't Cynthia, though, because he was out of town. But Uncle Paul was staying over to help John babysit. Julian dearly loved his Uncle Paul.. even a little bit more than his own father.
Julian got to the bedroom. The noises were definitely coming from there. No doubt. Julian softly leaned his head in the for to hear better.
"Bloody hell, Paul, are you drunk?"
"*Hic* Mayybbeee!!"
"Great.. Just what I needed."
"SHUTTUP!! *Hic* I-It's my tuuurrrnnnn to speak."
"Ok, well, not so loud. You'll wake Julian."
"O-Ok. *Hic* Well, Im DRRRUUUNNKKK!!!"
"Drunk"? What in the world did that mean? Julian wasn't sure, but he knew it wasn't anything good. It made his favorite uncle sound weird and sick and... much more. It was hard to explain.
"I said not so loud! And I think I already knew that, Paulie.."
"*Hic* Awww."
"I won't know next time."
"Yaa- *Hic* aaayy!!"
"Hehe... Alright, what now?"
"I-I have a nick- *Hic* name for yyooouuu!"
"Oh, really?"
"It's- It's Jet- *Hic*"
"Sexy. Cyn will use it on me."
"Sexy"? Now what was that word?? Was it a goo word... or a bad word? Was Julian supposed to know? He didn't know.
"Why Jet?"
"AAHHH MATTEEERRR!! WABT JET- *Hic* TO ALWAYS LOOOVVEEE ME!!!"
Julian giggled silently at his Uncle Paul. He sounded funny, but Julian was slightly worried.
"SSHHH, not so loud!! You'll wake Jude!"
"O-Oh."
There was a pause. Julian held his breath, worried that they heard him somehow.
"What was that from anyway, Paul?"
Julian let out a breath.
"A- *Hic* A song Im working o- *Hic* o-on."
"Oh."
Another pause.
"M-My s- *Hic* stomach hurts."
"You should lay down, you are turning pale.."
"No- *Hic*"
"Paulie."
"No."
"Paulie."
"Mnnnnn.... It- *Hic* huurrtts."
"Well? Dont drink 5 beers next time. Slower sips, too."
5 beers? 5 bottles of booze? Julian knew what beer was, it was a beverage. But drinking too much could make you.... "drunk"? Julian didnt understand.
The next thing Julian heard was Paul throwing up. Painfully. Julian winced and ran back to his bedroom as fast as he could.
A few minutes later, his bedroom door opened softly. "Julian..? Son..? You awake..?"
"Yes, daddy.." Julian sat up softly.
"Are you ok..? I heard you running down the hall.." John gently sat by Julian, placing his arm around him.
Julian climbed into Johns lap. "Im scared.."
"Why..?"
"I heard noises.."
"Like what..?"
"Like.... thumping noises.."
"Oh dear.. Don't worry, everything's ok.."
"Ok.. I want Uncle Paul.."
John frowned "..He can't right now.."
"Why..?"
"He's... sick is all.."
"But I want him.."
John sighed softly. "He's throwing up.. He can't.."
Julian snuggled his head closer to Johns chest.
"Lets go to sleep, ok..? I'll stay with you for a bit.."
"Ok, daddy.."
John gently laid down with Julian in his arms. He ran his hand through Julian's hair.
"Daddy... what does sexy mean?"
"Where did you learn that!?"
