Glen is afraid. He sits on his ratty futon in the corner of his room, worrying like always, but this time over something he'd never worried about before. Any minute now there would be that knock on his door; the knock that would destroy his entire world.
It can't be too long now. The bus stop was around here somewhere, besides the bus smelled awful and he wanted to get off already. This was the day he dreaded all that time. Those dinners with his grandparents who were practically dead already seemed like a treat right now.
The bus approached the stop and Declan hopped off. It was hot and humid out, he was already sweating in his faded jeans and thick hoodie. The duffle bag slung around his shoulder made his arm hurt, adding to his ragged mood. He looked down at the small crumpled paper he had. Just a small walk till he was there now.
He pulled one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. He was too nervous to smoke, too anxious to even do the one thing that calmed him down the most.
The heat didn't make anything better. It was sweltering in that tiny apartment, the air conditioning being broken down for months (he'd meant to get that fixed), so he sat there in a miserable sweat bath, listening to the tick-tocking of his wrist watch, waiting.
There it was. The sound was sobering, knocking him out of the fuzz in his mind. He stood up and somehow made it to the door. His hand griped the knob, hesitating for a moment before he finally built up the courage to open the door...to see his nephew for the first time in years.
Declan awkwardly took the gesture and walked in. Not gonna lie, it was disgusting. The smell suddenly made him wish he was back on the bus.
"Nice place." The sarcasm in his voice made him sound like an asshole. Not that he would care if he came off as one anyway. Turning back toward his uncle with his dark circled eyes, dropping his duffle bag.
Glen forced a smile as best he could. He knew the apartment was messy, it always was, but he was only conscious of that when there was company. He gestured awkwardly towards the room.
"That's the living room," he said, "the bathroom is down the hall, uh, the bedroom is all yours...if you want."
He shrugged and walked around the small place, wishing it didn't have to be this way. If only his grandparents stayed alive a bit longer— or better yet his family was alive...
He was only starting to pity himself, something Declan was good for doing.
"Yeah, I'll take the room, whatever." The greasy haired kid picked up his bag again and walked past glen coldly.
"That would be nice.." The thought made him lighten up a bit. Today has been rough so far but a part of him hoped they could maybe have a nice talk over supper.
"Hey." Declan stopped before he went into the room.
"I'm just gonna put my things away and change." He realize it was even hotter in the apartment than outside.
Once he heard the door close, Glen sighed, relieved to be alone again, even if it was just for a little while. He stepped over a small pile of old CDs and tapes to get to where he guessed the phone would be, and after kicking away some old t-shirts, it unearthed like some great ancient fossil.
He picked it up and dialled a number. Pepperoni would have to do.
His hoodie pealed off his hot body and he threw it down on his bag. Looking around the room, it was a pretty trashy. His grandparents house was always clean and had that old house smell, but this was different. Something Declan wasn't used too.
He sat down on the futon staring down to the floor. Not even realizing, tears came from his eyes. Resting his face upon his hands he stayed that way for a bit, crying.
The pizza arrived sooner than expected. The heavy smell of hot cheese and sauce filled the tiny room and mixed in with the heat, creating something almost unbearable. Glen probably would have lost his appetite if he wasn't so hungry.
Time to ring the dinner bell. He shuffled over to the bedroom, and knocked lightly on the door.
Glen swiped off the junk mail and old papers that were cluttering the kitchen table before sitting down with his nephew in an imperfect parody of a family dinner. He didn't have any plates that weren't cracked or made out of plastic, but he gave Declan the best one he could find.
"So," he began as he grabbed a slice, "how was the, uh, ride in?"
Glen nodded slowly, and made himself chew even slower. He looked at the pepperoni pile on the corner of the plate and felt a tinge of guilt. He should have just made it cheese.
"I'm assuming you don't have a girlfriend or roommate here? Must get awfully lonely." he snickered a bit.
"I'm only gonna be here until I'm 18 anyways. I just need to finish stupid school and find a job already. If that's any comfort to you, I won't be here for long."
Declan placed his elbow up on the table and rested his head on his hand.
"I know what a hassle having a kid living with you can be. They fuck up and get annoying sometimes." A sly look crossed his face as he picked up a slice of pizza and continued eating.