Matt's POV

With the rest of day being uneventful and oh-so boring. I couldn't wait to get home. Until I actually got home. Al wasn't home. I guess I was a bit grateful. By this point I was socially exhausted, and I'd rather not have Al bother me about what was going on with his day. Who knew an eventful life could also be boring to hear about?

He was still luckier than me  though. I'll admit that. Friends, a certain future, love, almost everything I don't have. Though, what have and he doesn't is happiness. I can remember the countless times he had told me about how he hated having to hold up an image to seem perfect. Perfect. He was anything but. I guess that's why he told me. All because I saw the true side of him. And all I could do was offer my sympathy and tell him to just be himself. I guess it helped because he's been acting more natural in public now. By that I, of course, mean whiney as hell.

My god, I'm so grateful he isn't home!

I can actually think properly now. Still, it's eerie. I'm not used to this silence. The silence of only distantly hearing the tv and nature from outside along with some cars passing by. I'm noticing the little things now. The bills splayed out on the table. The slanted lighting in the room through the windows from the sun outside. The small cramped mess that is our living room, so over stuffed with furniture. Everything was so still and calm. It's dream like.

It's nice.
Rare.

~

I woke up to Al sitting right next to me on the couch. He held a smile only reserved for the private moments. Not a world star smile. Just a genuine soft smile that's so common for me but rare for the world.

"I still don't understand you." I said. His smile weakened as he looked down to me. "Why do you keep up an act?"

"I'd like to see you try being popular."

"Oh yeah, they're animals, huh?"

"Worse."

I gasped, "Al, your not telling me," I sat up. "that they're...idiots!"

"Sadly, yes."

"Then why are you even friends with them?"

"Oh, Matt, you don't even know the advantages of having rich friends."

"Is it, getting drunk, and being able to party all the time, everyday?"

"Close." He gave an award winning smile. "It's feeling rich when you're not actually rich!"

"That's petty."

"I'm aware." His smile went down to a fake pout. "Geez, you're so rude. You were so much nicer while you were asleep."

"You're a real dad, you know that?" It was my turn to smile.

"Then I must be the coolest dad."

I laughed, "You wish!"

"Yeah, you know what else I wish?"

"What?"

"For you to stop being a little bitch." He smirked.

"I wish that for you too."

"What a fine brother you are."

"I must say the same for you."

~Arthur is Gordon Ramsey confirmed~

Dad got home yelling a bunch of British nonsense as expected. I prepared his tea beforehand and that seemed to calm him down.

"How was your day Matthew?" He asked me once he was calm.

"Fine."

"At least you had a better day." He sighed. "How is Alfred?"

"Currently, taking the longest nap known to mankind. Over all, fine."

"Hah, as expected."

"Yep." We both went silent. It was awkward talking to him, honestly. The silence was normal by this point. It has been only around a year or two that we've known each other. He adopted us. I'm still not really sure why. Al and I are both quite comfortable in calling him dad now. At first, Al was rebellious, while I was just trying to find peace. Luckily, they did make peace and now the house was as calm as possible. (Not including Al's snoring.)

The peace was interrupted by a phone call. He went to pick it up and immediately his face lit up. It must be that guy that he constantly talks to. He looked over to me for a second, smiled, and looked back to the phone.
Instead of zoning out like I usually would, I listened in on the conversation.

"Yes, yes, he's fine." He laughed at whatever response he got. "Whatever. So, did you ever remember what you wanted to ask me?" He laughed nervously. He stayed silent for a moment as he got a response. Suddenly, he gasped. "Of course!" His face seemed to light up brighter than the goddamn sun.

It was at this point I decided to leave the room. It felt too awkward for me.

I made it to my room and basically threw myself onto my sweet, sweet bed. I'm so happy it's a Friday. Nothing was better than sleeping in. Just the thought of sleep made me more tired.

Thus, I was out like a light.