Noah
I actually hate the beach very much because I'm allergic to something in the sand but she needed it. And I'd do anything for her. She's become my bestfriend and I'm glad I could be there for her. I brushed my feet off, took some allergy medication and went out there. It was fun, I must admit but she wasn't there. She mentally checked out and I worry about her every single day. It's not normal for someone to have tried to kill themselves multiple times and if I hadn't walked in, she wouldn't have been here today.
My mom says that it's good to have Dixie around me because she likes her alot— a lot more than you'd expect, but that's Dixie for you. She's the most likable person ever and somehow, she's overhated.
I dropped her off a few minutes ago, and made the way to my house.
"Hey mom, hey pops," I said as I walked in the house. Mom and dad were having their evening drinks together. It's something they do everyday and I don't know how it's not boring. I couldn't sit and do the same things with the same people every single day.
She shared a smile with me and dad raised his glass. He was on a phone call with someone from his job— I assumed and mom just sat there listening.
"How was your beach thing?"
"It was good." I walked over the fridge, taking an apple out. "How's your thing going? What's dad doing?"
"We're just talking and he's talking to your brother...Alexandre got himself in some trouble again. They really just squander all the money," she ranted.
"Poor Alex," I sympathized, "not everyone can be like Grace and I," I gloated and walked out the kitchen and went into my bedroom.
Grace is my older sister and she's the biggest pain in the ass. My parents had an army of children but they really just prioritized Grace, Isabel and myself— everyone cost them money, heartache or all do the above. We're all close but I tend to keep my distance most of all.
As I walked into the room and flipped on the bed, my mind ran heavily on Dixie and how she's doing. It's so easy to see that she's not well but it's the hardest thing to get her to open up about her feelings.
I never thought that I'd get close to her, but it just happened and I'm not mad about it. My friends clown me for it on a daily basis especially because they think I'm fucking her or something, but I'm not. I wouldn't cross that boundary with her— she doesn't deserve that.
Putting all of that aside, I focused on the task in front of me, the fifty books my dad emailed me to balance for him. I'm just about done with school now, and set to take over their business anytime soon. Grace has the strongest notion that it's going to hers... but mom and dad have already talked to me about it.
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"Dad," I whispered, walking into his home office. "I'm done balancing the books you sent me but, I think there's some error because they were all already balanced, maybe except the off shores." Whoever is doing his accounts right now, needs to be fired because there's no damn way that a sane person actually did that.
He chuckled and took a sip of his drink. I could smell that anywhere. 25 Year Old, Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey. My uncle had given him a crate for his birthday and trust me, they aren't cheap. It's about 55,000$ for a single bottle, much less a whole crate.
I'm not much of a drinker. I'll have the occasional beer here and there but nothing too strong ever.
"Son, the books didn't need to be balanced. I sent it to you as I wanted to see if you would actually go through the sixty different sheets and well, you did." He maintained a proud tone and I was content. There's something so great about seeing my father being proud of me— or even seeing him invest his efforts into me.
My only response was the word, "oh" and I started making my way out, but he stopped me. "When I'm gone," he spoke and sighed. "This will all be yours. Everything with my name will become your name. I need you to be ready for that."
My emotions twisted and sadness took over. The thought of losing any of my parents was death in itself . We have our very heavy differences, and at times they push me way too far but there's no one like my mom and dad. In this world of a couple billion people, I was given the two best ones as my parents and if I had the choice, I'd never let them go.
"I know dad, but let's not focus on that moment."
"I love you, son." I know he did, he always took the time out to remind me and my siblings every day.
"I love you too, dad." We shared a subtle smile and I made my way down to the kitchen.
I smelt the amazing food and thought either mom or Grace was cooking but it turned out to be both. Of all my sisters, Grace was the one who loved the kitchen. She'd always be in there with mom and she even did it as a minor in college.
"What's for dinner?"
"Chicken and shrimp Alfredo pasta," mom said as she placed the bread in the oven.
Before I even opened my mouth to say anything, she continued, "and yes, that it is garlic bread with mozzarella cheese." I love my mommy so much.
"You spoil him too much," Grace contested.
"I spoil all of you too much," mom answered and I laughed.
I loved having these moments with them. It's so full of life and it makes everything a billion percent better.
Mom took a seat on the kitchen stool. "Where's everyone else?"
"Dad is in his office and the rest of our siblings are around the house, I think." They're always somewhere or maybe not home from school yet.
Mom opened her bottle of water. "I texted them to be down for dinner in the next hour and a half, so we'll see."
I hung around the kitchen for a bit longer and caused trouble with Grace. It was also so fun to annoy my big sister because at the end of the day, no matter how much she curses at me, she'll always love me in a way that no one else will plus it's cute to watch mom watch us. She always has that proud sparkle in her eyes whenever she sees any of us hanging out together.
Growing up,we were very tight knitted and one of the things I'm glad for, is that we didn't break the cycle. Though, our parents can be really pressured sometimes, the good they cause oversteps the bad all the time.
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Dinner was great and I went for second, thirds and fourths. Thank God mom cooks like she's making food for an entire village.
"Mom, can you give a speech at school tomorrow?" My youngest sister, Brenna asked.
Mom took a sip of her wine and furrowed her brows. Everyone knows that she hates public speaking, she's great at it, obviously, but she just hates it with a passion.
"When? And for what?" And even with that hate, she's never telling us no.
"Body positivity because you have a swimsuit company for all sizes so they need volunteers and it's next week."
"I'll do it."
The chatter continued at the table until my phone pinged. It's Le-Anna.
Le-Anna: wanna meet up later?
Now, who could refuse a good lay for the hottest girl I've ever met.
Me: see you in an hour at the place.
I didn't take any of my lays to my house. If they wanted me at their home, fine, but I've never taken any to my house. The girl that walks through this door would have to be the one I'm forever going to be with. I don't let any and everyone be around my family. I don't play with those interactions.
My mind instantly ran on Dixie. After the beach morning we had, I haven't heard much from her since and that's concerning. If it was anyone else, then sure, it wouldn't be a problem but not her. I feel like I always have to keep her in check.
Me: hey, you good?
Dixie D: I'm fine and you?
Me: good too, just gonna hop in the shower and go see Le-Anna.
Dixie D: Oh, have fun. I'm gonna go to sleep and remember to email me the things for school so I can prepare.
Me: ofc, in a minute. goodnight dix
Dixie D: yeah, night.
That's strange. That "yeah, night" was very unlike her but she's had a rough few days so I can't be too hung up on that fact. I forwarded the email my dad had sent me to her and went about my night.
Now that I know Dixie's fine, the only thing left to do is get my orgasm and get a good night's sleep.