I walked into Julie’s room.
“Go away. I’m sleeping.” She was hiding under the blanket.
“Arthur...? Go away.” I sat on her bed.
“You are a git.”
“I am asleep. Go away.”
“No. You wanted to talk so-”
“I don’t anymore. It is too early in the morning to do anything except eat. Cupcakes.” I pulled off the covers but she grabbed them back.
“Get out of bloody bed now! You have to talk to us, you can’t bloody hide!”
Zara immediately knocks on my door and I see her standing there sobbing, trembling, and she says, “Am I interrupting anything? By the way, I was listening in the whole time so I know exactly what happened.” she started to stumble all over herself, I knew right away she was drunk.
“I’m so sorry, Julie… I’m sorrry, waaaat did I allllllllllllllready say that?”
“What in the BLOODY HELL! Why do you always interrupt us?”
“Don’t yell at her, she’s drunk, she has no idea what’s going on.”
“STOP YELLING AT JU!”
“I’m not yelling at her, I’m yelling at the bloody drunk git.”
“Do you realize you are having an argument with a drunk person.”
“Yes, I do.”
“I SAID STOP YELLING AT HER!”
“Bloody hell, I’m not yelling, YOU ARE!”
“And now you both are. Arthur, there is no point to yelling, she is drunk off her ass. I think both of you should-”
“TRRRRRRIIIIXIIIIIEEEE, COME!” Zara collapsed on the ground, still awake just in a sitting position.
“Trixie? Who in the bloody hell is Trixie?”
“Her dog that Russia got her, now quit yelling.”
“Wait what kind of dog?”
“A purse dog… god I hate those kinds…”
“Same here, now do you mind explaining why you chose to keep information from me?”
“Because, It was early, I don’t like getting up and you had been woken up about an hour before you should’ve been so you could get ready for whatever the hell this was for. Plus I don’t like talking about assholes.”
Zara began yelling. “HOW DARE YOU SAY YOU HATE TRIXIE?!”
“We didn’t say that. Zara, Russia called. He wants you back at his house.”
“YAY!” She skipped away.
“Fuck this, I am going back to sleep.”
“No, you arent.”
“And I said yes I am.” She pulled the blanket back up over her face. “I should just go eat fifty cupcakes. One of them is sure enough to have enough drugs to make me sleep. For a week.” I pulled the blanket off her and hugged her. “I dont want you to be my brother anymore.” I heard her voice choke.
But then she spoke again. “I want us to be something… more.” She whispered the last word.
“So do I…” I felt her hands grab my shirt. Then I stood when her hands released my shirt. “You can go back to sleeping now.”
“I will see you later, love.” I walked outside the door and Zara shoved me down stairs. Then that BLOODY DOG CAME AND LICKED MY HAND.