Reality And Us

Chapter Two

Nick sat at his desk, staring at his timetable. If he wanted to work out  more often, he'd have to mark a time where he'd do so - otherwise he might end up working out the same amount of time as before.

Thursday afternoon seemed to be a good time, He didn't have school or football on thursday afternoons, something not overly common throughout his week. Monday afternoon was school, tuesday he had football, wednesday he had school again, and football after that, and friday wouldn't work because that was Jamie-Nicklas-Friendship-Day, and Jamie hated sports. And on weekends there might be a lot of people at the gym, and Nick didn't want to risk it.

He took a pen and wrote a big, fat 'GYM' right on his timetable, completing his planning. Putting the pen right back on the table he stood up, he wanted to do something else now. But that thinking part didn't last long, because someone knocked at his door.

"Yes?"

He could hear his fathers voice from outside the door. "I made dinner, your mom is already downstairs."

Hearing that, Nick went to the door, opened it and was met by his fathers smiling face. His father was an optimistic man, his smile always making him seem a lot younger than he actually was. Or maybe that was because his wrinkles weren't too prominent, and he had that fluffy, chestnut brown hair, just like his son, making him look very young. Maybe if he had started loosing hair, or if he had a little bit of grey hair lingering on his head you'd expect him to be forty seven, maybe.

The two males went to the stairs, Nick didn't need to say it out loud to have his father understand he wanted to go downstairs so they could eat together. The cute, black spiral staircase they'd have to walk down was surrounded by walls of a light purple. One thing Nick loved about their corridor was the white, fluffy rug covering the whole floor.

What a blessing to his feet.

Sadly the stairs were made out of metal, and the coldness made Nick rush down quite fast. It was an interesting contrast to the rug, but definitly not enjoyable.

Walking through the door that seperated the stairs from the ground floor he was welcomed by the smell of sweet potatoes and salmones, it filled the whole room. His mom stood in the kitchen - it was a part of their living room - and stared at the food with dreamy eyes.

Hearing her son and her husband enter the room looked up. "Garrett . . . this is why I married you", she said in a loving manner.

Her husband started to laugh at that, and walked into the kitchen to press a kiss onto his wive's lips. "I love you, too. And I really love cooking for you, too, dear."

"Yea, I prefer Dad's cooking as well. No offense", Nick commented, reminding them he was there. Of course he didn't mind his parents being in love, but, like, could they just be in love elsewhere? Preferably while he wasn't in the room?

His mom got out of her lover's embrace and took the food, in order to put it onto their table. Nick sat down - the rest of the table was already set - and waited for his parents to do the same.

"How was training, son?", His father asked, tryig to start a conversation. "Have you already adjusted to being the main goalkeeper?"

Nick waited to answer till his mouth wasn't filled with fish anymore. "It's fine, you know the season won't start within the next few months, so i have a lot of time to improve until I need to actually play against other teams."

Nick's mother nodded at that, before starting to tell the others in the room about her day at work. She was a doctor, specialized on children and teenagers, and she loved to tell her family about her work. And so she did.