When The Roses Bloom

2- Peaceful Silence and Rush Hour

Fun fact: I don't know what to do.

Key:

(Y/N)- Your Name
(and not the movie, the movie was amazing but that's not what I'm talking about.)

(B/N)- Brother's Name

(C/S)- Coffee Shop (name)

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"Have a nice day, sir! Come again!"

The man I had served said nothing, only gave a nod as he walked out with the calming jingle of the door bell. He'd ordered a simple black coffee, and waited a two-seated table nearby as I fulfilled his request. If only people would actually try to keep a conversation with me. It's hard to force a smile to people who don't respond to you. I don't bite.

It was a calm Saturday afternoon, only about thirty minutes past exact noon so the sun was still high up in the cloudy blue sky. Outside, I could see pedestrians stroll the sidewalk and cars quickly zoom by. Everyone seemed so busy, consumed in what they had to do. The world never seemed to stop, never wanted to give anyone a break or let them catch their breath.

Sometimes, I found myself as one of these people. A person held captive by the chains of work and reality. I couldn't tell if it was due to stress or negative thoughts.

I'd managed to survive what I call the rush hour alone. Alone being my definition of upset teenager on several loads of RedBull, conquering the hordes of angry middle aged quote-unquote 'mature adults' who are cranky and awaiting their morning coffee. Where are the wings I was promised? It was 7 AM. I honestly couldn't and wouldn't expect any more decency from these people. Looking back at it a few hours later though, it only aids to the frustration on both ends to deal with all of this. However, one has to do what they have to do to get money. Bills have to be paid, things have to be bought, and college tuition has to be saved for. We weren't even close to saving up the tens of thousands of dollars to pay for even one of us to go. I may have to take out a loan.

A silent air hung about in the world past the staff-only side of the darkly colored counter. Luckily for me, it wasn't a depressingly eerie quiet, but a pleasantly peaceful one. Though however much peaceful or unpleasant the silence was, it was short-lived, as it was shattered to bits by the almost inaudible creak of stairs accompanied by a tired yawn.

As I turned to the carpeted flight of stairs that led up to the bedrooms and the rest of the personal house to the right of me, I saw a freshly woken (B/N). His hair was fairly disheveled and he, very visibly, was still half asleep. The sight reminded me of a wild animal with ruffled hair.

"He has arisen."

(B / N) started to stutter out replies in his state of mild confusion.
"I-... w-... h-... good morning, (Y/N)."

"And to you as well, my dear (B/N)." I replied quite cheerfully, "Would you like something to eat? It's a bit past what I'd consider to be lunchtime, but I'm sure I can whip you up something delicious to eat if you want me to."

The dark haired boy made an mmhmm sound, stopping mid-sentence (mid-sound?) to slowly raise the ring finger on his right hand and point it at me with the same speed.
"How long have you been awake...?"

"Six."

"In the morning? Good god, that's early. Why?"

"Unfortunately for me, little (B/N), bills aren't decent enough to suddenly up and pay themselves. Waking up like this is commonplace for me, especially with recent events taking place. Even on the weekends. My teenage circadian rhythm is an absolute beast."