Together They're Magical | Nerrison

4 | Nerris

Once I got home, I realized that my parents' car wasn't in the driveway. As I approached the front door, I hoped they had left it unlocked, sense I don't have a key right now.

Fortunately, it was unlocked, though someone could've easily broken in. I shook off the thought and walked into the house, it was a bit dark, only a few beams of sunlight peeked through curtains.

I slipped my shoes off then immediately headed into the kitchen for a snack. I flipped the light switch then walked up to the fridge. Before I opened it, I noticed a note hung on it.

I took the note down curiously and read it.

'Nerris,
I had a last minute meeting to attend, I won't be back for a while. Your father went out to... what is it called? Larp? I don't know, you get what I mean. While we're gone, I need you to do a few things.'

I rolled my eyes slightly, knowing she would make a whole list for me. I flipped the note over and read the other side.

'Clean the kitchen.
Clean the living room.
Clean the bathrooms.
Do the dishes.
Do laundry.

Love, mom.'

"Huh, not as long as I expected." I said aloud to myself, folding the note up then slipping it into my back pocket. I decided to start doing everything on the list after my snack.

I opened the fridge, deciding on what to eat. We didn't have much but I needed something. I looked around.

Eggs.

Leftovers from last nights dinner.

A bunch of useless condiments.

"Boring, boring, ew, nope." I said to myself before shutting the fridge with a sigh. I decided to check the cupboards, sense I didn't this morning because I was being lazy.

I walked to my right and hopped up onto the counter, sense I was too short to reach from the floor. I opened the cupboard and looked around. We didn't have much.

"Cereal or gross ass granola bars..." I murmured, placing a hand on my chin in though for a moment. Of course, I grabbed the box of cereal. I grabbed a bowl from the cupboard before shutting it then jumping off of the counter.

I opened the box and poured some cereal into the bowl. I set the box down and went back to the fridge, opening it and retrieving the carton of milk. I poured some into my cereal then placed the milk back in the fridge.

Right next to the fridge was our silverware drawer. I opened it then grabbed a spoon before shutting it again. I placed the spoon in the bowl then picked the bowl up, walking to the living room while I pulled my phone out of my pocket with my other hand.

I walked in and sat down on the black leather couch in the middle of the room. I set my bowl down on the glass coffee table in front of me and unlocked my phone. I went to y, messages and debated on whether I should call Preston or not.

Of course, the answer to that debate was 'fuck it, theatre slut over here is gonna talk to me and he's gonna like it.' I didn't hesitate to call him, putting the phone up to my ear as I waited for him to answer.

After about three rings, he finally picked up. "Hey, Nerris the Bitch." He said enthusiastically. "Preston, seriously, that nickname is shitty." I said with a laugh. I could practically feel his eye roll from the other end.

"Anyway, you'll never believe who I saw today." I said with a bit of annoyance in my voice. "Harrison?" Preston replied. "Yeah, Harrison, can you bel- wait, how'd you know?" I responded with a bit of suspicion.

"Well, once you told me what school you were going to, I remembered that it was the same one Harrison told me he went to last year." He explained. "Okay but... you knew that Harrison was going to be at the same school I was? And you didn't tell me?" I asked, sounding a bit angry.

"I mean, I didn't wanna piss you off, so I kind of let you figure it out yourself." He replied. "Fuck you, Preston." I said coldly. "No thanks, you can do that with Harrison." He responded. I could tell he was smirking, even if I couldn't see him.

"Preston!" I exclaimed, my voice getting a bit higher. He laughed. "Anyway, I'd love to chat and all, but I have a musical coming up soon and I need to rehearse." He said. "Ooh, where is it?" I asked, intrigued. I actually loved his plays, sense he got better at acting over the years.

"It's actually about an hour away from you." He replied. "Nice! I'll try to be there! What day is it?" I asked, wanting to know everything, basically. "It's in three weeks, but I don't know what day yet, honestly. I'll let you know when I figure it all out. Also, ask Harrison if he wants to go." He responded, giggling a bit after the last sentence. I rolled my eyes. "Mhm... now you go rehearse, theatre bitch!" I said before hanging up.

We never really say 'bye' after a phone call. We just kind of call each other bitches then hang up, but hey, that's just our way of saying 'goodbye for now, hoe'.

I placed my phone down next to me and grabbed my bowl from the coffee table, finally deciding to eat it sense I didn't when I was on the phone. The room was silent as I shoveled spoonfuls of Cheerios into my mouth.

I liked the silence, but I also didn't at the same time. Even though there was no one in the room with me, it felt awkward and I felt like I needed to break the ice somehow.

After a few moments of sitting in the quiet room, a sudden ding noise made me jump a bit. I set the bowl back down on the coffee table and picked my phone up. It was a text from an unknown number that read, 'hey..'

Even though I didn't know who it was, I decided to answer. 'Who is this?' I set my phone back down next to me, patiently waiting for an answer. I leaned down to my bowl and ate some more cereal, which was then followed by that familiar ding sound.

I checked my phone once more, reading the text. 'I probably should've introduced myself instead do just saying hey, but it's Harrison.' Harrison? Why is he texting me? How did he get my number? The fuck?

'Harrison? How'd you get my number?' Now I was just confused. I didn't like that he had my number. Just because we go to the same school now, doesn't mean I'm going to be all 'buddy buddy' with him. Ding.

I checked the message.  'Preston gave it to me a year after you left camp, but I never texted you so it's just been sitting in my phone.' Preston? Why the fuck doesn't he tell me these things? That boys gonna get a piece of my mind at that play.

'Oh... well, why are you texting me? Thought you'd be practicing some "magic" tricks or something.' I sat my phone back down next to me, not really caring whether he answered or not.

I leaned down and ate some more cereal, wanting to finish it before it got soggy, plus I had to get those things in the list done before my mom came home. After s few minutes, another ding noise came out of nowhere, making me sigh a bit.

'Well, I'm not really allowed to practice at home since... well you know what.' After reading that, I actually felt bad. Yeah, I hated him and all, but every time I hear about what happened to his brother, it makes me feel kind of bad for being a bitch to him.

'Oh..' I honestly didn't know what else to say other than 'oh.' What else was I supposed to say? I sighed then brushed the feeling of guilt off slightly. I stood up, grabbing the bowl with one hand sense I decided not to finish it.

I wandered into the kitchen and set the bowl next to the sink.

Guess I should get stuff done now, huh?

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Nerris is just.... a bit mad at Preston x3 hopefully she doesn't bring down the wrath of a thousand suns during the musical 🤔 But, until then, feel free to vote and thanks for reading!
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