All Tied Up

Chapter 6: Coffee or Pancakes??

Julian's POV
Saturday, February 10th. My dad's birthday.

I haven't seen him in two years because he's in the army.

If someone asked me if I missed him I would say no. Because I'm used to him being gone.

He married my mother, went to the army, and didn't even come home for my birth.

I don't hate him though.

Because you don't actually hate someone. Hate is an absence of love. Hate in my eyes doesn't exist.

I just don't have a strong relationship with him. Yes, I would be overjoyed if he came home today.

But I wake up just like usual. No shirt and long black joggers. Just lying there in bed staring at my window on the ceiling.

I don't have any covers on because it's hotter than the sun in my room.

Unlike some places, my state loves its hot weather. My mom doesn't care to turn on the air conditioner because she is never home.

Yes, she is my mother but she doesn't really understand that it's not just her at home and that I'm in this house too.

My lights are off and I see early clouds in the sky.

Unlike last month where it was below 70 degrees this month is above 90 degrees.

Not like it's going to stop me from wearing sweatpants and sweatshirts. Or long sleeve shirts and jeans.

My covers are on the floor from my dream self getting hot last night.

I just lay there. Not exactly thinking about anything. It's Saturday. No school. Homework is waiting for Sunday night.

I sit up and look at my toes for a bit thinking of what I want to do today.

I already sent my dad his birthday present and a voicemail saying happy birthday.

Not that he will respond.

I get up and go to my closet after deciding I want to go to the coffee shop next to my neighborhood.

I really do like that shop.

I have run into every possible table in that shop. I guessed it was my other half's favorite shop too, but she doesn't go anymore.

I open the sliding doors of my closet and search for light clothes.

I find a light blue thin button up shirt and some grey jeans.

I walk into the hallway and into my bathroom shutting the door behind me.

I look at my messy brown slightly curled hair before getting into the shower.

At first, I always have cold water and slowly near the end it becomes steamy and hot.

Turning off the water I grab a towel, wrap it around my waist and head back to my room.

"Julian!!" I hear behind me as I slightly open the door to my room.

I freeze then turn around.

"Nicholas?"

And there he is. My older brother.

Standing there with a big suitcase and jacket in his hands.

We both smile and he puts his stuff down.

"I would hug you but....." he jesters down at my half naked body and I bring a hand up to cover my chest.

"Heh... yeah."