Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3058106-20151231233746

Note: This takes place the morning of December 30. It's kind of lame, but setting up for a lame plot idea I have because lame.

...~*~... Adrian rolled over in his bed as he heard his phone ringing. He glanced at the time on clock on his nightstand and saw that it was eight in the morning. He had been planning on sleeping all day on his day off, but obviously that wasn’t going to be happening now. He groaned and decided to ignore the phone. It stopped ringing, but after a minute of silence, it began again. He grumbled to himself and heard Juliette grumbling about making it shut up. He looked at who was calling and saw it was his Mason, his uncle. Adrian shook his head and got out of bed. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and left the bedroom, answering the phone once he was in the other part of the apartment.

“Hey,” Adrian said as he answered.

“Hello,” Mason replied. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, you didn’t. I was already up,” Adrian lied in hopes that his voice didn’t sound groggy.

“Okay, great! So, how are you?” Mason asked, always one for formalities. Rarely did he ever get right to the point when speaking to someone, much to Adrian’s annoyance.

Adrian sighed as he sat down on the couch. “Oh, I’m fine,” he answered. “I’m off today and the next three days which I am beyond happy about.”

“Good, good,” Mason said. “Where do you work again? I recall you mentioning it before, but I can’t remember what you said.”

“Barfield Electric Company.”

“That’s great.”

“Thanks. How are you?”

“I’m well. I’ve just been having to deal with all of the new bills coming in because of… well, you know,” Mason answered, trying to avoid having to mention how Adrian’s mother and his own sister was recently put back in rehab. “Marius has also been helping with it by giving me some of his paycheck.”

“Great,” Adrian said dryly.

“Speaking of Marius,” Mason began. Adrian rolled his eyes at the mention of his father’s name. “He’s been talking a lot lately.”

“Wow, I never knew that he finally learned how to speak,” Adrian said sarcastically.

“And he’s been mentioning how he wants to see you,” Mason said, ignoring Adrian’s comment. “I know you want nothing to do with him-“

“I really don’t want to even look at him,” Adrian grumbled.

“But he’s been doing a lot of thinking and talking lately. He wants to see you.”

“Right which is why he had you do this instead of doing it himself.”

“He would have called you, but he knew you would immediately hang up if you heard his voice.” Adrian said nothing at this comment because even he knew that it was completely true. “So he basically begged me to call you. I didn’t really want to because I want nothing to do with this, but he’s making it seem like it’s really important to him.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Adrian mumbled mostly to himself.

“He was hoping that you could come over tomorrow night. It’ll just be the three of us – you, me, and Marius,” Mason suggested.

“I really don’t want to.”

“Please,” Mason said. “I had plans for tomorrow. I was going to have a simple cocktail party, but your father kept saying tomorrow night would be the best night, so I cancelled my plans. Please. Just come over.”

“No thanks.”

“Adrian,” Mason said disapprovingly. “You really cannot avoid your father for the rest of your life.”

“Sure I can. It’s easy,” Adrian said in annoyance.

“Please just come over.”

Adrian sighed loudly and leaned his head back against the couch. “I’ll think about it,” he told Mason. “I didn’t say yes though. I just said I’ll think about it. Doesn’t mean it’ll happen.”

“And if I do come over, there’ll be a fourth person.”

“Oh? Who?” Mason asked.

“Um, my uh…,” Adrian stopped, trying to think of how to casually tell his uncle over the phone that he was married. “Wife.”

“You’re married?!” Mason asked in shock.

“Yeah.”

“When did that happen? You know what, never mind. Don’t tell me. You can tell me when you and your wife come over tomorrow night.”

“I never said I’m coming over.”

“No, you have to now,” Mason said. “None of us knew you were married.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” Adrian grumbled. “Fine, we’ll be over tomorrow night.”

“Great!” Mason said happily. “Be here by six tomorrow evening. I’ll have food and everything. It’ll be nice.”

“Wonderful,” Adrian mumbled. “Bye now.” He hung up the phone before Mason could say anything more. He sighed and glared at the ceiling above him. “I hate everything,” he grumbled, standing up from the couch. He made his way back to the bedroom and got back into bed in hopes of falling back asleep. However, that was the last thing he was going to be able to do. He wouldn’t even be able to sleep that night because all he could think about until the next day at six o’clock was seeing his father Marius for the first time in over a year. When he moved out in September the year before, he hadn’t even said anything to his father or mother. He just grabbed a few of his last things and left the house. Since then he hadn’t talked to them or seen them or anything. He had been perfectly happy leaving it that way, but of course his uncle Mason would ruin all of that. 