Most people describe me as a pessimist.
And actually, I might be one. I just don't believe in optimism- it's creating false hope for something you know that will never happen. So that's why I remain skeptical to everything. Including father's plan. I just knew it wasn't going to work. What I definitely didn't expect was Mathias bolting into my room at a random hour in the morning.
It seems weird to think that this mess happened so little time ago. I was only a fifteen-year old trying to get some sleep after having stayed up until five A.M. listening to music and eating licorice. At the time, like most teenagers, I was obsessed with the fascinating music from overseas. Most settled with Canadian hard rock or Swedish synthpop, but I was more into North American indie music. The lyrics were so inspiring, and completely related to my life. It just felt as if someone unknown understood my way of thinking. It's quite funny now that I look back on it, but that was the way I felt back then.
With a yawn, I managed to move the regular white cursor to the menu, and clicked on 'Turn off'. I lifted my old black headphones from my head and placed them on my light brown glossy wooden desk, standing up to stretch as I saw the computer shut down. I took one more strand of licorice from the colorful bag and nibbled on it, glancing over to the wall clock. "It seems I need to sleep…" I had mumbled, as if it weren't already obvious.
As soon as the screen turned from baby blue to black, I pulled the plug out of the socket and stumbled sleepily over to my messy bed, and as soon as I was laying on my stomach on my bed, the door suddenly opened to reveal a very happy Mathias (who apparently had eaten too much sweets). "Emil! Pack your bags; we're going to Copenhagen right now so we can take the ferry to Oslo!" He announced, and as suddenly as he'd come inside, he vanished, slamming the door shut after him. With a groan I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed and squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, before walking over to the light switch. I flicked it on and then made my way over to my closet. I pulled open the white wooden doors and began to select my clothing.
I swear, I will never understand why girls enjoy choosing what to wear. To me, it was more of a pain. According to father, we would stay for a month in Norway, so I packed enough shirts, pants, jackets, and just stuffed all of my underwear into my red suitcase, between the shirts and the pants. It sure would be embarrassing if when we took the ferry we got our luggage checked and people saw my underwear. Not because it was little child's underwear or anything along those lines.
Once I had gathered all of the clothing I needed, it was time to finally escape and get some very-needed sleep. So I carelessly pushed the suitcase down from my bed to the floor and crawled under the covers, immediately falling into a deep slumber.
And then Mathias had to come in and wake me up.
"Ready, son?" He asked me, obviously ready himself. He wore his long black coat, the red collar and sleeves of his favorite cayenne-colored shirt peeking out from under the heavy coat, along with his usual black tie. He even wore his petite black hat over those blond spikes he called hair.
"Já," I mumbled in response, covering my mouth with my hand to yawn. And the he thought it would be an amazing idea to sit on top of me. Mathias walked over and sat on my stomach, to which I immediately began to flail my arms awkwardly in an attempt to push him off. "Get off of me!" I protested, my eyes wide, frowning at him. As if the situation wasn't bad enough he gave me that stupid signature grin of his, and then he stood up.
"See? You finally show an emotion!" The tall blond exclaimed happily, as if he hadn't just injured me with all his weight. I kept frowning at him as I stood up as well, and slipped my feet into my well-worn white boots. I had been so sleepy that I hadn't even bothered to change into my pajamas. I then reached over to grab my cellphone and stuff it into my pants pocket, and afterwards took the suitcase by its handle and rolled it out of my room, leaving Mathias behind. "Hey! Wait!" He called and then caught up with me midway down the hallway, rolling his own suitcase. Mathias tried to make small talk, but I didn't listen as I kept pulling my suitcase down the stairs, and then out the door. The Danish man unlocked and opened the front door, and as he exited the house, I dashed over to the couch in the living room, where Mr. Puffin slept. I cradled him in one of my arms and then followed Mathias outside, and he took my suitcase to put it in the backseat of the car, along with his own.
The car wasn't anything out of the ordinary. It was a white sedan car, probably from around seven years ago. I opened the passenger door and sat down, then I took off the dark brown hoodie I was wearing and placed it at my feet, so it looked like some sort of a nest, and set Mr. Puffin there. At least somebody was having some sleep. I proceeded to buckle my seatbelt and looked out the window, letting my eyes flutter close as I leaned my head against the glass.
The next thing I remembered was that Mathias was poking me, saying something my sleepy ears couldn't quite figure out. "Wake up! We're going to miss the ferry!" He announced, so I took off my seatbelt and Mathias reached to scoop up Mr. Puffin so I could put on my hoodie again. He then handed me my pet and I unlocked my door, stepping out of the car and looking around the street. Apparently it was still very early, around seven A.M. and Mathias had parked the car right outside the Copenhagen ferry port. The city hadn't changed much since we moved, so there wasn't really anything interesting to look at. Once father took out our luggage and locked the doors, we hurried inside the ferry terminal, Mathias rolling both suitcases and I carrying Mr. Puffin. He bought both tickets and then glanced up at the wall clock- we had made it just in time. We then jogged outside and boarded the ferry to Oslo, and I glanced around at everyone. People were very different from each other, and I must admit it was quite interesting to see.
Honestly… I was a little happy at the prospect of meeting my biological father. And judging by the grin on Mathias' face, he wanted to meet him as well.
A/N: Omg, I'm sorry this took so long:c It's just that school's driving me nuts. Reviews are greatly appreciated- they take a few seconds and make your awful author happy!
