Social Misery Chapter 13
Bill’s POV
Since that night where I fell asleep with Tom lying on top of me, we have slept in the same bed together. We always fall asleep as close as possible but never seem to wake up in the same position. I really like it. I like how close we have seemed to become to one another and it seems to have happened without either of our knowledge. I don’t fight it. This is something I never thought I would have with someone.
I have realized that since winter break has started that Tom hasn’t heard from his parents. A word hasn’t been uttered about them and I know for certain that they haven’t called. I don’t know whether I should be concerned or just sit back and see what happens…
One thing I do enjoy is just spending with Tom. He has really started to open up. I’ve noticed that he is so much more alive than he was when he first got here. He talks a lot more and actually offers up his opinion on things. Tom doesn’t just sit back and let me talk anymore. When he smiles, I actually think I have a small blackout; I just don’t see anything else but his face. If it is just me and him, which it usually is, Tom has become so affectionate that I sometimes have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. He likes to wrap his arms around me and just hold me; I enjoy just laying my head against his chest and listening to his heart beat when he does this.
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Tom’s POV
It’s been three days since we woke up in the same bed together. Three days where things have suddenly just connected together and I know everything is how it’s suppose to be.
I always wake up first to the smell of Bill surrounding me. He always smells of lavender and citrus, it’s utterly intoxicating and I can’t help but just inhale the scent whenever I can. Bill is like a vine, he is twined around me so completely that I can barely move except just to put my arms around his waist and pull him even closer. Somehow his hair always finds its way out of the ponytail during the night and I wake up with his black hair all over my face. I don’t ever say anything as I actually like it. Sure it tends to tickle me awake, but I actually don’t mind since I get to just watch Bill in his most unguarded moments, sleeping in my arms.
All I can do in the mornings is just hold Bill as close as humanly possible and bask in the warmth of him. He barely weighs anything at all, so his weight on me doesn’t bother me. If anything I enjoy knowing their is someone else in bed with me.
I’ve never had this kind of contentment before. This ‘easy to bring a smile to my face and causes me to hum for no reason’ happiness. I am honestly, ridiculously happy and I don’t want anything to change. In my previous relationships, I was always just swept away in whatever my partner wanted and never really cared. It was just a, ‘let’s see where this will lead and I’ll try to enjoy the ride till then’ kind of mentality. I think I really cared for Lorelei but I don’t think I would have been happy with her. At least, I don’t think it would have been this level of happiness that I am experiencing with Bill.
I just woke up from one of the best dreams, the evidence is still heavily visible and I’m sure trying to poke a hole through my pajama pants. We both agreed to sleep in pajama pants while in the same bed together, we’re just not ready for anything more that might happen otherwise. I adore how innocent Bill is and how he just doesn’t realize how adorable he is.
A smile spreads over my face but I don’t do anything and just nudge my nose into a tuft of black hair wiggling by my nose, I inhale the lavender and citrus scent. Closing my eyes and know if I don’t move I’ll drift back into sleep but I don’t do anything. One thing about Bill’s room is that I fall asleep so easily in here because of how dark he constantly keeps it. I don’t think this room has ever seen a ray of light. We have no where we need to be or anything important to do since we’re on Winter Break.
Some time later I wake up to the feeling of someone watching me, the hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end and I can feel Bill’s hands moving up and down on my back.
“Morgen” I mumble in my gruff sleep voice as I move my head to the side to see Bill across from me. An expression of amusement decorates his face as he inches over closer and continues to move his hands on my back.
I swear his hands are made of magic with the way they can so easily reduce me to puddles of goo.
“What do you want to do today?” He asks me quietly as he lays his head down on my chest. I notice that his hair is covered by a beanie; I hate those damn things on him. They cover up his hair.
“Don’t know…” I am having a hard time thinking and putting my words into English, “I do not want leave house today.” I finally mutter out as I look down and see Bill looking up at me with this little smile on his lips. Whenever he gives me that smile, I always get these little nervous butterflies in my stomach and I try to think what else I can do to get it again. I have noticed that Bill doesn’t smile much other than for me or Rosa. His parents always make him tense and frown.
“Alright” I simply say as he rubs his face into my chest before placing a small closed mouthed kiss over my heart. I can’t help but smile at him before following him and getting up out of the bed.
“We should put on shirts before we leave the room.” Is all Bill says as he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small white shirt with black stripe across it. Pulling it on, I can notice that he has something black on his hip.
‘What is that? I know it’s not a bruise.’ I think to myself quizzically before shrugging it off for later and grabbing the black shirt I wore into the room last night.
“Let’s go down and see if we can find food!” Bill exclaims happily before tugging on my hand, dragging me out the room and down the stairs.
‘Okay….This is something new, he isn’t this hyper without sugar or caffeine. Both of which I know he hasn’t had yet today.
“Sure…” I mutter, unsure what has gotten into him suddenly but wasn’t going to question it. I enjoy seeing Bill happy since I know it’s not often that he is.
“Rosa!” Bill yells as he waltzes into the kitchen with me still being dragged along after him, I’m not going to protest as I am actually hungry and greatly enjoy Rosa’s cooking.
“Yes my cachorro?” Rosa responds as she walks into the kitchen from somewhere else in the house. I’m never sure exactly what all Rosa does other than cooking and watching Bill, since the house is always spotless with hardly anyone else ever here.
“Could you cook us something? We’re both hungry!” He tells her with a pout on his lips as he goes over to the refrigerator and opens the door. I know he is going to grab bottles of water as that is all there is to drink other than some fruit juices.
“I’m sure I can manage. Anything you want colmena?” She says before looking at me with her smile pointed right at me. When she smiles at me, I always want to try my best not to disappoint me. I don’t think I could ever handle her sending a frown my way.
“No…anything.” I mutter with a shrug as Bill walks back over to me and hands me a bottle of water.
“Alright. Where are you both planning on going to?” She asks as she turns around and starts taking out pots and I can hear her rummaging around in her spoon drawer. I’ve looked in that drawer, I don’t think anyone else has so many wooden spoon in so many different varieties. Bill wasn’t kidding when he said she only ever cooks with wooden spoons. The only metal spoon I have ever found are the eating spoons.
“Um…probably the Entertainment Room for now. “ Bill says as he picks at the label of the water bottle. The only time he usually picks at stuff like that is when he is nervous and unsure of himself.
“Alright, I’ll bring the food to you. Don’t destroy anything in there.” Rosa says offhandedly as she disappears into the walk-in pantry. Bill makes a ‘hmm’ noise as he takes my hand again and drags me into the front of the house and off into a room I haven’t ever been in before. It looks to be right next to the room I visited my parents in that one time.
“What room this?” I ask as I look around and see various movie posters are framed and put on the wall like pieces of art. There is track lighting all around and this is one of the few rooms with carpeted flooring.
Bill simply goes over and plops down on the leather couch and starts messing with remotes scattered over the metal and glass coffee table. “This is the entertainment room. It’s mostly a room I keep my video games and movies in.” He replies after a few moments of silence which follows the flat screen TV mounted on the wall coming on and letting out a series of jingle sounds before going to a blue screen.
“Oh….I did not know you play video games.” I reply after a few moments having to take in the obviously large collection of games that seem to be lined up against the wall on shelves.
“I don’t really. Only when I’m really bored and about to drive Rosa crazy or don’t feel like going anywhere.” He says with a shrug as he places the remotes back down and gets up from the couch, heading towards the many games.
“Ah, are you any good?” I ask curious about this new knowledge that I’ve recently acquired about Bill. He seems to be continuously surprising me with something new.
“Eh, I’m okay I guess. I don’t play all that much and never with someone else.” He says with a wave of his as he pulls off a few games from on shelf before coming back to the couch and putting the games down for me to look at.
“So what kind of games do you like to play?” Bill asks curiously, looking at me and I can tell he wants to reach out for something but I’m not sure what.
“Um….Halo…..Grand Theft Auto….Gears of War…..Call of Duty….Super Mario Brothers….others I know.” I says after racking my brain but not really able to come up with all of the games that I usually play. “I jump playing games, switch a lot.” I add as an after and can feel the blush creeping up, knowing that sentence probably made no sense but Bill hasn’t ever made fun of my talk.
“I have all of those and loads more. Wanna play Halo? I have the newest one and only played it a few times!” He says as he jumps on the couch in excitement as he starts picking up a few more remotes and pushing some buttons.
I can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, something I haven’t really seen since that one time we went shopping that first time I got here. “Ja” I tell him as a small smile escapes on my lips again as I try to hide it by fiddling with my lip ring. Lately I seem to be doing that, trying to hide my smiles. The fact I am actually smiling is something new for me and hasn’t happened in a long time.
“Halo it is!” He responds with a grin as he jumps from the couch and goes over to the entertainment console, things start lighting up. He bounds back to the coffee table only to grab the thin white and green case before going back to the console.
We had just gotten into playing the game, Bill killing me twice already when Rosa comes into the room with a tray filled with food and glasses of fruit juice.
“Lunch is served!” She announces with a smile spread widely on her face. I’ve noticed that any time she sees the two of us together, all she does is smile and watch us. At first, I was greatly unnerved by it but I soon came to realize that she is just happy for Bill.
“Yay!” Bill exclaims in exuberance as he quickly pauses the game and moves the various remotes away from the center of the table for the tray.
“I hope Bill isn’t cussing up a storm in here.” Rosa says in a playful tone as she lowers to tray on the table and producing two coasters from somewhere.
“No” I reply in confusion as I watch her put the coasters down and then moves each of the drinks onto them.
“Good, he tends to get carried away when he does play.” She says with exasperation follow by soft smile before she leaves the room without saying anything else. The doors snick close quietly, I didn’t even hear them open before.
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I know at least several hours have passed since Rosa has come and gone from the room a handful of times, but not really saying anything. She seems to just want to check-up on us and make sure we haven’t killed the other.
We had just gotten into a pillow fight caused by…..something I’m sure. Several choice words have been exchanged over the heavy marathon of Halo. Bill has seriously been kicking my butt; I don’t believe that he doesn’t play that often.
Bill just heaved a heavy lounge pillow at my head that I manage to duck before chucking a small display pillow at him before we hear the distinct sound of a throat being cleared.
‘Crap!’ I think to myself, I know nothing good can come from this.
I instantly drop the pillow in my hand on the couch before turning around to see Bill’s parents standing at then entry to the room. Bill’s mother doesn’t look happy in the least, then again she usually doesn’t. His father just stands there with his hands in his pockets and a small smile on his lips. It’s obvious now where Bill gets a lot of his facial expressions from.
“Excuse us.” Bill’s mother says after she clears her throat as she narrows her eyes at the both of us as she puts her hands on her hips.
“Now Jillian, they are just boys having a bit of fun.” Bill’s father says with affection in his tone a hand placed on her shoulder. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Bill’s father speak a word the four or five months I’ve been here.
“Gordon, do be quite. Bill knows better than to trash a room for the fun of it.” Jillian responds with disdain obvious in her tone as she cuts Gordon a look before focusing back on us.
I hear Bill let out an annoyed breath, causing me to turn and look at him. He is standing tense with his hands on his hips. Looking exactly like his mother in that stance.
“Yes, Mother?” Bill says with annoyance obviously laced in his tone as he keeps his eyes solely on her. I haven’t really understood the rather obvious tension and clear annoyance between the two of them.
“You and Tomas will be attending the Robertson’s Annual Holiday Party. Be in proper attire and arrive promptly at 7 o’clock tomorrow night.” Jillian tells us both in a tone that clearly broke no arguments and I can see Gordon just rolling his eyes before smiling fondly at her.
Gordon kind of reminds me of a puppy that is lead around on a leash by Jillian. It’s rather sickening; especially with the perpetual sucking on a lemon expression she tends to carry around.
“Yes, Mother.” Bill replies with an obvious roll of the eyes before turning around from them as a clear dismissal and plops back down on the couch.
“Bill?” Gordon’s soft voice carries over, causing both Bill and I to look over at the room entry.
“Yes, Father?” Bill asks with obvious signs of weariness creeping in.
“Let’s try and keep the room destruction down to the minimum okay? Your mother has had a hard day today.” Gordon says before giving us a wink and walks out follow by the doors snicking close.
“Damn! Tomorrow is going to suck! I hate going to that damn party every year!” Bill exclaims as he throws himself back against the couch with a pout on his lips.
“Why?” I ask clearly concerned by how Bill is acting towards this new turn of events to our winter break.
“Mr. Rogerstein.” Is all Bill says before he turns back to the videogame, killing me instantly.
‘I’m kind of scared to go to this party….at least for Bill’s sake…..’
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Note:
Morgen -- German for Morning
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TBC....
Chapter 14A | Chapter 14B
Since that night where I fell asleep with Tom lying on top of me, we have slept in the same bed together. We always fall asleep as close as possible but never seem to wake up in the same position. I really like it. I like how close we have seemed to become to one another and it seems to have happened without either of our knowledge. I don’t fight it. This is something I never thought I would have with someone.
I have realized that since winter break has started that Tom hasn’t heard from his parents. A word hasn’t been uttered about them and I know for certain that they haven’t called. I don’t know whether I should be concerned or just sit back and see what happens…
One thing I do enjoy is just spending with Tom. He has really started to open up. I’ve noticed that he is so much more alive than he was when he first got here. He talks a lot more and actually offers up his opinion on things. Tom doesn’t just sit back and let me talk anymore. When he smiles, I actually think I have a small blackout; I just don’t see anything else but his face. If it is just me and him, which it usually is, Tom has become so affectionate that I sometimes have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. He likes to wrap his arms around me and just hold me; I enjoy just laying my head against his chest and listening to his heart beat when he does this.
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Tom’s POV
It’s been three days since we woke up in the same bed together. Three days where things have suddenly just connected together and I know everything is how it’s suppose to be.
I always wake up first to the smell of Bill surrounding me. He always smells of lavender and citrus, it’s utterly intoxicating and I can’t help but just inhale the scent whenever I can. Bill is like a vine, he is twined around me so completely that I can barely move except just to put my arms around his waist and pull him even closer. Somehow his hair always finds its way out of the ponytail during the night and I wake up with his black hair all over my face. I don’t ever say anything as I actually like it. Sure it tends to tickle me awake, but I actually don’t mind since I get to just watch Bill in his most unguarded moments, sleeping in my arms.
All I can do in the mornings is just hold Bill as close as humanly possible and bask in the warmth of him. He barely weighs anything at all, so his weight on me doesn’t bother me. If anything I enjoy knowing their is someone else in bed with me.
I’ve never had this kind of contentment before. This ‘easy to bring a smile to my face and causes me to hum for no reason’ happiness. I am honestly, ridiculously happy and I don’t want anything to change. In my previous relationships, I was always just swept away in whatever my partner wanted and never really cared. It was just a, ‘let’s see where this will lead and I’ll try to enjoy the ride till then’ kind of mentality. I think I really cared for Lorelei but I don’t think I would have been happy with her. At least, I don’t think it would have been this level of happiness that I am experiencing with Bill.
I just woke up from one of the best dreams, the evidence is still heavily visible and I’m sure trying to poke a hole through my pajama pants. We both agreed to sleep in pajama pants while in the same bed together, we’re just not ready for anything more that might happen otherwise. I adore how innocent Bill is and how he just doesn’t realize how adorable he is.
A smile spreads over my face but I don’t do anything and just nudge my nose into a tuft of black hair wiggling by my nose, I inhale the lavender and citrus scent. Closing my eyes and know if I don’t move I’ll drift back into sleep but I don’t do anything. One thing about Bill’s room is that I fall asleep so easily in here because of how dark he constantly keeps it. I don’t think this room has ever seen a ray of light. We have no where we need to be or anything important to do since we’re on Winter Break.
Some time later I wake up to the feeling of someone watching me, the hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end and I can feel Bill’s hands moving up and down on my back.
“Morgen” I mumble in my gruff sleep voice as I move my head to the side to see Bill across from me. An expression of amusement decorates his face as he inches over closer and continues to move his hands on my back.
I swear his hands are made of magic with the way they can so easily reduce me to puddles of goo.
“What do you want to do today?” He asks me quietly as he lays his head down on my chest. I notice that his hair is covered by a beanie; I hate those damn things on him. They cover up his hair.
“Don’t know…” I am having a hard time thinking and putting my words into English, “I do not want leave house today.” I finally mutter out as I look down and see Bill looking up at me with this little smile on his lips. Whenever he gives me that smile, I always get these little nervous butterflies in my stomach and I try to think what else I can do to get it again. I have noticed that Bill doesn’t smile much other than for me or Rosa. His parents always make him tense and frown.
“Alright” I simply say as he rubs his face into my chest before placing a small closed mouthed kiss over my heart. I can’t help but smile at him before following him and getting up out of the bed.
“We should put on shirts before we leave the room.” Is all Bill says as he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small white shirt with black stripe across it. Pulling it on, I can notice that he has something black on his hip.
‘What is that? I know it’s not a bruise.’ I think to myself quizzically before shrugging it off for later and grabbing the black shirt I wore into the room last night.
“Let’s go down and see if we can find food!” Bill exclaims happily before tugging on my hand, dragging me out the room and down the stairs.
‘Okay….This is something new, he isn’t this hyper without sugar or caffeine. Both of which I know he hasn’t had yet today.
“Sure…” I mutter, unsure what has gotten into him suddenly but wasn’t going to question it. I enjoy seeing Bill happy since I know it’s not often that he is.
“Rosa!” Bill yells as he waltzes into the kitchen with me still being dragged along after him, I’m not going to protest as I am actually hungry and greatly enjoy Rosa’s cooking.
“Yes my cachorro?” Rosa responds as she walks into the kitchen from somewhere else in the house. I’m never sure exactly what all Rosa does other than cooking and watching Bill, since the house is always spotless with hardly anyone else ever here.
“Could you cook us something? We’re both hungry!” He tells her with a pout on his lips as he goes over to the refrigerator and opens the door. I know he is going to grab bottles of water as that is all there is to drink other than some fruit juices.
“I’m sure I can manage. Anything you want colmena?” She says before looking at me with her smile pointed right at me. When she smiles at me, I always want to try my best not to disappoint me. I don’t think I could ever handle her sending a frown my way.
“No…anything.” I mutter with a shrug as Bill walks back over to me and hands me a bottle of water.
“Alright. Where are you both planning on going to?” She asks as she turns around and starts taking out pots and I can hear her rummaging around in her spoon drawer. I’ve looked in that drawer, I don’t think anyone else has so many wooden spoon in so many different varieties. Bill wasn’t kidding when he said she only ever cooks with wooden spoons. The only metal spoon I have ever found are the eating spoons.
“Um…probably the Entertainment Room for now. “ Bill says as he picks at the label of the water bottle. The only time he usually picks at stuff like that is when he is nervous and unsure of himself.
“Alright, I’ll bring the food to you. Don’t destroy anything in there.” Rosa says offhandedly as she disappears into the walk-in pantry. Bill makes a ‘hmm’ noise as he takes my hand again and drags me into the front of the house and off into a room I haven’t ever been in before. It looks to be right next to the room I visited my parents in that one time.
“What room this?” I ask as I look around and see various movie posters are framed and put on the wall like pieces of art. There is track lighting all around and this is one of the few rooms with carpeted flooring.
Bill simply goes over and plops down on the leather couch and starts messing with remotes scattered over the metal and glass coffee table. “This is the entertainment room. It’s mostly a room I keep my video games and movies in.” He replies after a few moments of silence which follows the flat screen TV mounted on the wall coming on and letting out a series of jingle sounds before going to a blue screen.
“Oh….I did not know you play video games.” I reply after a few moments having to take in the obviously large collection of games that seem to be lined up against the wall on shelves.
“I don’t really. Only when I’m really bored and about to drive Rosa crazy or don’t feel like going anywhere.” He says with a shrug as he places the remotes back down and gets up from the couch, heading towards the many games.
“Ah, are you any good?” I ask curious about this new knowledge that I’ve recently acquired about Bill. He seems to be continuously surprising me with something new.
“Eh, I’m okay I guess. I don’t play all that much and never with someone else.” He says with a wave of his as he pulls off a few games from on shelf before coming back to the couch and putting the games down for me to look at.
“So what kind of games do you like to play?” Bill asks curiously, looking at me and I can tell he wants to reach out for something but I’m not sure what.
“Um….Halo…..Grand Theft Auto….Gears of War…..Call of Duty….Super Mario Brothers….others I know.” I says after racking my brain but not really able to come up with all of the games that I usually play. “I jump playing games, switch a lot.” I add as an after and can feel the blush creeping up, knowing that sentence probably made no sense but Bill hasn’t ever made fun of my talk.
“I have all of those and loads more. Wanna play Halo? I have the newest one and only played it a few times!” He says as he jumps on the couch in excitement as he starts picking up a few more remotes and pushing some buttons.
I can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, something I haven’t really seen since that one time we went shopping that first time I got here. “Ja” I tell him as a small smile escapes on my lips again as I try to hide it by fiddling with my lip ring. Lately I seem to be doing that, trying to hide my smiles. The fact I am actually smiling is something new for me and hasn’t happened in a long time.
“Halo it is!” He responds with a grin as he jumps from the couch and goes over to the entertainment console, things start lighting up. He bounds back to the coffee table only to grab the thin white and green case before going back to the console.
We had just gotten into playing the game, Bill killing me twice already when Rosa comes into the room with a tray filled with food and glasses of fruit juice.
“Lunch is served!” She announces with a smile spread widely on her face. I’ve noticed that any time she sees the two of us together, all she does is smile and watch us. At first, I was greatly unnerved by it but I soon came to realize that she is just happy for Bill.
“Yay!” Bill exclaims in exuberance as he quickly pauses the game and moves the various remotes away from the center of the table for the tray.
“I hope Bill isn’t cussing up a storm in here.” Rosa says in a playful tone as she lowers to tray on the table and producing two coasters from somewhere.
“No” I reply in confusion as I watch her put the coasters down and then moves each of the drinks onto them.
“Good, he tends to get carried away when he does play.” She says with exasperation follow by soft smile before she leaves the room without saying anything else. The doors snick close quietly, I didn’t even hear them open before.
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I know at least several hours have passed since Rosa has come and gone from the room a handful of times, but not really saying anything. She seems to just want to check-up on us and make sure we haven’t killed the other.
We had just gotten into a pillow fight caused by…..something I’m sure. Several choice words have been exchanged over the heavy marathon of Halo. Bill has seriously been kicking my butt; I don’t believe that he doesn’t play that often.
Bill just heaved a heavy lounge pillow at my head that I manage to duck before chucking a small display pillow at him before we hear the distinct sound of a throat being cleared.
‘Crap!’ I think to myself, I know nothing good can come from this.
I instantly drop the pillow in my hand on the couch before turning around to see Bill’s parents standing at then entry to the room. Bill’s mother doesn’t look happy in the least, then again she usually doesn’t. His father just stands there with his hands in his pockets and a small smile on his lips. It’s obvious now where Bill gets a lot of his facial expressions from.
“Excuse us.” Bill’s mother says after she clears her throat as she narrows her eyes at the both of us as she puts her hands on her hips.
“Now Jillian, they are just boys having a bit of fun.” Bill’s father says with affection in his tone a hand placed on her shoulder. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Bill’s father speak a word the four or five months I’ve been here.
“Gordon, do be quite. Bill knows better than to trash a room for the fun of it.” Jillian responds with disdain obvious in her tone as she cuts Gordon a look before focusing back on us.
I hear Bill let out an annoyed breath, causing me to turn and look at him. He is standing tense with his hands on his hips. Looking exactly like his mother in that stance.
“Yes, Mother?” Bill says with annoyance obviously laced in his tone as he keeps his eyes solely on her. I haven’t really understood the rather obvious tension and clear annoyance between the two of them.
“You and Tomas will be attending the Robertson’s Annual Holiday Party. Be in proper attire and arrive promptly at 7 o’clock tomorrow night.” Jillian tells us both in a tone that clearly broke no arguments and I can see Gordon just rolling his eyes before smiling fondly at her.
Gordon kind of reminds me of a puppy that is lead around on a leash by Jillian. It’s rather sickening; especially with the perpetual sucking on a lemon expression she tends to carry around.
“Yes, Mother.” Bill replies with an obvious roll of the eyes before turning around from them as a clear dismissal and plops back down on the couch.
“Bill?” Gordon’s soft voice carries over, causing both Bill and I to look over at the room entry.
“Yes, Father?” Bill asks with obvious signs of weariness creeping in.
“Let’s try and keep the room destruction down to the minimum okay? Your mother has had a hard day today.” Gordon says before giving us a wink and walks out follow by the doors snicking close.
“Damn! Tomorrow is going to suck! I hate going to that damn party every year!” Bill exclaims as he throws himself back against the couch with a pout on his lips.
“Why?” I ask clearly concerned by how Bill is acting towards this new turn of events to our winter break.
“Mr. Rogerstein.” Is all Bill says before he turns back to the videogame, killing me instantly.
‘I’m kind of scared to go to this party….at least for Bill’s sake…..’
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Note:
Morgen -- German for Morning
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TBC....
Chapter 14A | Chapter 14B