Custom Made For You

Chapter 16- Can You Find The Peace In My Day?

I sighed, rubbing my forehead, things were getting complicated. I was getting kind of frustrated too. "What did he say?"

"He told me to just forget him and he was sorry."

"Sorry? What is he sorry for?"

"I have no idea, but I do have a theory."

"I'm listening."

"He might or might not be Cebario."

What he had said caught my interest, never had I thought that there would be this possibility. My brother? Then, again, if I had thought hard enough, I would have connected the dots.

"Why do you think so?" I asked, eager to listen to his explanation this theory.

"Okay, so, when you think about it, why would anybody ask someone to forget them? Even if it's a prank call, there would be a hint, the tone would have been different. This, I can tell that he's being sincere," he was starting to break everything down. "Also, why would anybody say sorry so randomly? I mean, it could have been somebody who dialled the wrong number. I'm sure that he had also called you. Am I incorrect?"

I gulped, I said nothing. He continued, "I shall take that as a shocked yes. I knew it was weird when I didn't even mention the voice sounded like a male. Anyway, there was no way somebody would actually dial the wrong number twice, the chances are too slim. Plus, both our numbers are too different to be confused. I have no idea how he got our numbers but I am 9 out of 10 sure that he is Ceb. He literally called me by the nickname he gave me since forever."

I hummed in agreement that it might or might not have been my brother. Just when I thought Vastel was finished with his theory, he asked something that had me frozen in place. "Come to think of it, why would he call you?"

I panicked. He did not give me a chance to defend myself. "You ARE his brother, aren't you?"

Out of pure horror of him finding out (I'm sure he did but, eh, might as well buy myself some time to get away from this topic), I hung up, I instantly cut him off before both of us could say something. ­­­

I decided to wash myself. I actually wanted to go to work that day, work has always been a good way to get things out of my mind.

I grabbed everything I needed, including all my sketches and my files. I had to compensate for being absent yesterday somehow. I checked the lights and switches before locking up my workspace, better be safe than sorry, don't want anybody breaking into that room, y'know.

I proceeded to make my way down the stairs, trying to think about what I wanted to have for breakfast instead of my worries of social interaction with other humans that day and weird calls. (Breakfast are important, kids!) I was thinking maybe, waffles and chicken.

Just as I had almost fooled myself that the day would be peaceful, a familiar black Ferrari pulled up the sidewalk I was on, stopping me dead on tracks. To my absolute terror, the window rolled down, revealing the one person I did not want to meet—Fancy-Ass.

Where is the peace I deserved? Please, someone, help me find my peace for the day. I was not ready to handle whatever the fudge installed for me.