The Moon and His Stars

Monday

Sunday Night: Elliot.

I get home around 10 p.m., and find Beth passed out on the living room couch. I texted her before I left the carnival that I was on the way home, but the fact that she didn't respond made me figure she fell asleep. I was right.

I close the door behind me as I enter, making sure to lock it. No one in this town never really felt the need to lock their doors, since crime was basically nonexistent here, but old habits die hard, I guess. I kick my shoes off at the foyer, making sure everything was nice and neat, just like Beth and I liked it.

Beth, due to her exhaustion, forgot to pick up the kitchen after making dinner. Hell, her plate from dinner was still on the coffee table. A small smile pulled at the corners of my mouth, and I shook my head with a small sigh. "What am I gonna do with you, Beth? You know better than to fall asleep without finishing your chores," I jokingly say with the quietest of chuckles. She must've spent all day working from inside the house, since her sunburn was still too intense for her to work in the garden.

I gather the dishes from dinner, and take them into the kitchen, placing them in the sink as quietly as possible. I roll up my sleeves, and begin washing the dishes. I wasn't really tired after the towns' festivities, so cleaning up the kitchen wouldn't be much of an issue. After cleaning the dishes, I quietly clean up the rest up of the kitchen, wiping down all of the counters and unloading the dishes from the dishwasher.

Afterwards, I go to the hall closet and pull out an extra blanket. Beth had fallen asleep, thankfully, in a normal sleeping position, so "tucking her in" wouldn't be much of a hassle. Blanket in hand, I return to the my sleeping, red-skinned aunt, her mouth slightly ajar as she quietly snored. I drape the blanket over the peacefully sleeping woman, making sure to gently tuck in the sides of the blanket beneath her so she wouldn't get cold throughout the night. I turn off all of the lights downstairs, and head up to my room. Once inside, I take a quick shower, change into pajamas, and go to bed, my alarm already set for tomorrow.

Monday: Blake

6 a.m. My alarm blares the most annoying, monotone sound in existence, and I groggily hit the "OFF" button on the top of the alarm. I knew better than to use the alarm on my phone, because I knew I'd give in to songs by The Gorillaz playing as my alarm.

The sun had just began to rise, the soft, warm yellow-orange glow seeping through my blinds. I sat up in my bed, the cool air hitting my warm skin like a train. Brr.

Slightly shivering, but now fully awake, I get out of bed and grab the clothes that I'd prepared the night before, heading towards the bathroom. I always got up early to make sure I had plenty of time to take a decent shower before my younger brother got up. He'd usually get up around 7, so I had all the time in the world to shower.

After showering, I dress myself, and begin drying my hair with a towel. My style was rather similar to the style of a minimalist. Take today's outfit, for example: Dark blue, ripped jeans with a plain gray t-shirt and a pair of black Converses. It was cold outside, so of course I'd wear a jacket--but that was about it.

After drying my hair with the towel for a few minutes, I switch to my blow dryer to finish the job. Afterwards, I brush my teeth, wash my face, and head back to my room. I check my phone. 'It's only 6:30? Nice,' I think to myself with a grin. That gave me plenty of time to do any last-minute homework and cook a nice breakfast for everyone. I wasn't usually this generous, especially to my brother, but why not, ya'know?

It takes me about twenty minutes to finish my homework, and head down the stairs towards the kitchen. Everyone should be getting up fairly soon, which still gives me the opportunity to surprise them. Quickly, I grab the pancake mix from the cabinet, and start making the batter. If I had to pick the best cook in the house, it'd have to be my dad. Even with his busy schedule, he still finds the time to make his family a nice dinner every night. My mom, on the other hand, is always busy with work. Like, 24/7 busy. She's usually on the phone when she walks in the door from work, and is usually working in her office for a solid two hours before coming down to eat dinner, and then goes back to work. I always end up worrying about her because of just how much she works. My mom is a lawyer, and as you should know, they're always busy. It's crazy, just how much work lawyers have to do; I know I couldn't do what my mom does.