Ready For The Taking

The next day, I wake up on my own, in my childhood bed.

After that talk I had with my mom and a lot of apologies later, she made me promise I would stay home for the night and we would have a family breakfast together in the morning.

Georgie had to go back to her own home too, so it wasn't too hard to say yes. Also, I saw the way Justin was smiling when he saw us come back hugging, so I did it for him too.

My brother said he was exhausted of trying to force us together and, honestly, he's probably exhausted about a lot more than just that. So, if I can help him, I will. I’m not a useless little kid anymore. Or, at least, I don’t want to be a useless kid anymore.

I get dressed in my own clothes for the first time in a couple of days before walking down for a family breakfast by the pool. But so far, only Justin is here. Of course, because mom and dad always wake up late as hell.

"Hey," he says as he sips on a cup of coffee and scrolls down on his phone, "Good morning."

"Morning