After eight hours of on and off infant screaming, I was finally home. I dropped all my bags on the floor and collapsed on my couch. Even though it was only morning here, I was already worn out. I could barely keep my eyes open, so I might as well catch a couple minutes of sleep before unpacking my stuff.
Just a couple minutes…
THUD.
Shit, what was that? I turned slowly to look, because hey, if a murderer was in my house I wouldn't want to make eye contact with them that quickly. Peering at the door, it was only my luggage that fell down. Grumbling, I tried to go back to sleep but it had startled me so much I couldn't. Well, since I was awake I might as well do something. I looked up at the clock, and it turned out that I slept clear past lunchtime.
After having a burger and a shake, now I could start working on stuff. But first, I checked my laptop to see if I had any new notifications while I was away. Matt is online was the only thing to pop up. I guess I could talk to him later.
Dragging all my stuff into my room, I just tossed my clothes either on my bed or into the hamper. Some I folded and put back into drawers or shelves, and the rest I left to lie on the sheets. I was only gone for a few days, and it seemed like the amount of clothes I brought with me on the trip had doubled. Oh well, I'd get around to organizing it sometime later. That or the dryer might eat some stuff. I shoved the luggage bags into the closet and went back to the living room. Mission accomplished.
I grabbed my laptop and slumped on the couch again. I opened up Skype and sent a message to Matt.
Al: psst are you there
maaaatttttttt
answer meeeeeeee
Matt: is there something you want
i'm kind of busy right now
Al: with what?
Matt: uh
i have company over
Al: then why are you on skype omg
also, who's with you hmmmmm?
Matt: it's kat
gotta go see you later
Well, fuck you too.
I really hated to admit it, but my brother was a lot more experienced with relationships than I was. What did he have that I didn't? Maybe it's because he's the oh-so-mysterious-and-quiet guy? Was it because I was what Ange called "cocky"? Who knows, but one day I would be able to brag about my relationships with Matt.
Angelique is online
That's right, was still Ange to talk to. We exchanged Skypes before we left.
Al: hey ange!
Angelique: hi alfred!
what are you doing on skype this evening?
Al: ?
it's only 3 in the afternoon here
Angelique: oh!
i knew that, of course…
anyway its 11 here sooo yeah
We talked for a couple more hours, mostly about how lame Arthur was. She told me about a time where she went to visit Arthur for the holidays and she stuck a bunch of ice cubes down his shirt. There was also the story about when he was unbelievably drunk and started singing karaoke. Then, of course, the time she poured the tea on him.
Ange: it's kind of embarrassing knowing we were raised by him…
Soon she had to go, since it was already nearing 3 in the morning where she was.
Angelique: well i'm going to bed now
goodnight, alfred!
Al: night ange!
Hopefully she would be online tomorrow. I liked talking to her.