It was a normal day for me. I woke up, I went downstairs, I grabbed a piece of toast, and I drank a cup of tea. Okay, I might have drank a little more than one cup of tea. Okay, I drank three cups of tea, but we don't talk about that. My name is Aiden by the way. I live in a not too small, but not very big house in the middle of a sketchy ass neighborhood. I'm an only child, but my parents say they wish I was a nonexistent child. I admit I can be a little bit sarcastic and dramatic at times, but that's just plain mean. It doesn't affect me though. I've learned to just accept that I'm not wanted in my parents' household and to not make a big deal out of it. As I'm finishing my toast, my parents walk into the kitchen.
"Good morning Aiden," my mum greeted. See!? She's trying to be all nice, but I swear it's just an act to make it seem like she actually likes me. I responded by grunting as I finished my fourth cup of tea. I have a small tea addiction. Both my mum and my dad sat down at the dinning table and ate their toast with their coffee. My dad didn't even bother saying good morning to me, as usual. As soon as I licked my cup clean, I stood up to leave, but I was surprised when my dad called me back to the table.
"Aiden wait. We have something to discuss with you." I squinted my forest green eyes and slowly sat back down. A moment passed with both of them just staring at me, a hint of sadness in my mum's eyes.
"Well spit it out already, I'm not wasting my life at this table now, am I?" I spat, running my hand through my light brown hair. My dad raised his eyebrows. I started to get up and leave when he cleared his throat and began talking. I totally won that fight.
"So, what we wanted to discuss was that we are having somebody over. But-" Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows.
"I don't care. I'll be in my room while they're over, so as long as they stay out of my way, I'm fine with it," I interrupted. My dad shook his head.
"I wasn't finished. He's not coming over for a few hours... he's coming over for a while. Probably for the rest of the time you'll be living here. His name is Nic and he is our friend's son. He is around your age and is going to live with us temporarily." I just stared at him blankly.
"No," I deadpanned, getting up and running up the stairs to my room. I heard my mum sigh downstairs and I closed my door. There was no way I was going to let some weirdo kid into my house for a day or two, let alone live with me for years. Nuh uh. Not happening. They can dream and pray to their God, but nothing will change my mind. Who does this Felix kid think he is, coming to live here without my consent. Or was his name Jack? I don't know, but I don't care. He can go live in the streets for all I care! I kicked my trashcan groaning as I flopped down on my bed, avoiding the mess on my floor. I heard a knock and sighed, hoping it was my imagination.
"Aiden, open the door," my dad commanded. I rolled my eyes and lazily got up. I stumbled to my bedroom door, cracking it open.
"What," I asked, already knowing what he was going to say. My mum looked like she was crying and I felt a little pang of guilt, but quickly pushed it away.
"We will not take no as an answer. Nic is coming in a few hours. We want your room cleaned up, as he will be sharing a room with you." My eyebrows furrowed and I opened my mouth to answer but I was interrupted.
"Before you argue, that is final. You will be sharing your room whether you like it or not. My roof, my rules."
"Dad, if you hadn't noticed before, my room is small. It barely fits my bed. How in the heckity hell do you expect me to fit another bed in there. I'm not sure we even have a spare bed lying around!" I retorted. My dad's face showed annoyance but no sign of defeat.
"Well, Aiden, that won't be a problem because he is also sharing a bed with you." I scoffed.
"Watch your language," my dad commanded. "You can sleep top and tail, but you will not force Nic onto the floor, you hear me?" I rolled my eyes.
"Yes dad, I'm not deaf," I scoffed. He crossed his arms and shook his head.
"Clean your room. Your mum will be up to check on it later. Keep in mind this is our friend's son. You are to tre-"
"Treat him nicely and with hospitality. Yeah, yeah I got it!" I replied, closing the door in their faces. I stood there until I heard the stairs creak meaning they had left. I kicked over a pile of clothes on my floor in anger. I can't believe I have to top and tail with a fucking stranger! I bet he's some creepy ass pervert who will try to touch me and shit. I really doubt he's homosexual though. He's probably one of those rich, snobby, Christian boys. I, myself, am not Christian, but my parents are. Well, standing here won't help my situation, so I decided to at least clear the floor of my room so it doesn't look like a dumpster. I started by throwing all the clothes in the washer and starting it. Then I dumped all the random pieces of paper from school into the garbage can. I go to West Brook High. It's a pretty big public school. I don't really have much friends, but wow! Shocker! Sense my sarcasm.
I finally finished cleaning my room when my mum barged into my room.
"Thanks for knocking," I mumbled under my breath. When I looked up, I saw pure shock on her face. I raised an eyebrow at her.
"You actually cleaned your room! It looks so nice! Have you vacuumed it yet? And wiped down the desk and drawers? And made your bed? And tak-"
"Mum. Do I look like a maid to you? I don't even know what half that stuff you just said means." She sighed.
"Well, at least you cleared the floor. Have you eaten lunch yet? Nic is going to be here in a few hours, you know." I shook my head. I hadn't realized it took me two hours to clean my floors. It must've been super messy. All of a sudden my stomach growled. My mum laughed and I shot her a glare. I pushed past her and ran down the stairs into the kitchen where I began to prepare a toastie. Melted cheese on a piece of toast. Delicious. I made a cuppa while the cheese was melting and started to gulp it down. The sweet, creamy liquid trickling down my throat gave me a relaxed feeling.
My toastie was done so I put it on a plate and took it into the living room along with the rest of my cuppa to watch the telly. I lazily scrolled through the channels until I found a nature document on seals. Whatever. Sounds interesting enough. I threw the remote across the room and dug into my toastie. As I guzzled the last drop of tea, my dad waltzed in.
"Enjoying yourself? Nic is coming in a few hours." I rolled my eyes.
"I know. Mum told me already. I don't need to reminders on when my life is going to become worse than it is already." I said turning my attention back to the telly.
"I thought I'd give you a little background on Nic before he comes so you know what to expect," my dad continued, ignoring my snarky comment. I simply nodded.
"So, his name is Nic, he is around your age, he is-"
"Dad you already told me all this. What is it with parents always retelling us things these days." He ignored me and continued what he was saying.
"He doesn't like to talk about his family so don't bring it up, he likes animals, and he is very shy and quiet. He also plays a sport and has academic smarts! Isn't he just perfect?" I snorted.
"It's nice to know that I will now have somebody replacing me in the family." I said, frowning.
"We're not replacing you, Aiden."
"Okay," I said sarcastically.
"I said okay. Drop it." I snapped, standing up to put my dishes in the sink. I didn't bother turning the telly off as I stomped up the stairs to my room. I decided to do more cleaning because there was nothing else better to do. I made my bed and vacuumed the floor. Afterwards, I sat on my freshly made bed and put one of my pillows at the foot of the bed for Jack. I mean Nic. I laid down and stared at the ceiling. I started to drift off the sleep and before I knew it, I woke up to the doorbell ringing.
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