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Fiction Friday: Through the Water

Posted on 01/21/11 by Nick No Comments

Hello everyone. ^^. I come to you all this Friday with another great story from my collection! A fresh story! I haven’t written in this style since… well… I’m not sure when was the last time I wrote in first person. This story is about two people whom love each other more then anything, and one of their greatest friends, whom isn’t a human at all!

There are multiple characters in this story, however, only three will be truly seen. This is a short story. Shocking, right? No chapter this time! This is titled Through the Water.


The evening was cool when we climbed aboard Jakob’s dragon. It was a frigid night, and we were too impatient to wait until the day when the caravan would travel across the border to the sea kingdom. Besides, with access to a dragon, we would have been fools to have taken the boat. On the back of the dragon, Jakob held me into his arms as his dragon lifted off from the ground below us with great force.

Traveling by flight was not my idea of travel, but, it was either soaring through the skies or taking a long boat ride full of awkward folks whom you’d never like to see the likes of again. The traders weren’t the kind bunch. Neither I or Jakob were strong enough to hall several large packages on and off at the several stops. It was just a better idea to travel on the dragon, the speed was worth it.

I hated flying on the dragon’s back. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Jakob’s dragon. She was the greatest, friendly, and always ready and eager to help out with anything she possibly can. Camping trips, fishing expeditions, and short trips without Jakob to find him the perfect gift for his birthday or our anniversary.

My father is a successful business man, running a shipping company that expands across the kingdoms. It is an enjoyable life; though not an easy one. I cannot just hitch a ride to the kingdom of which my mother hails from. When I seek to travel from my father’s place to my mother’s place I have to travel across the borders of these two kingdoms to separate cities. If we were to hitch a merchant’s vessel from the river down to the sea toward my mother’s home, an island within the sea a kingdom across… it would take us about four days. A day to leave the river, three days at sea. By the flight of the dragon, we can make the trip nonstop; within half a day.

We left shortly after lunch with my father. As soon as we climbed aboard Jakob’s dragon, the stable’s keeper spoke a word to me that threw Jakob into a roar of laughter, “I cannot believe your father still does not have a clue about you and Jakob. You two been together for four years now!” I simply smiled and nodded. I did not want to talk about my father. I did not want to go into the family business of my father. My older sister could do that, I am not as good as my sister is when it comes to trading. I like the more economical side of it, but, I cannot stand being in an office with my father all day.

However, in the city of which my mother lives, I may be able to find a better job. Perhaps a great one for this summer. Jakob and I are going to visit my mother to share with her the news we have. Jakob and I needed to talk to my mother. She probably would have been thrilled, my father on the other hand, well, he’ll find out when the time is right. I was in the process of moving in with Jakob, but, we promised my mother we would be there.

The dragon smelled of burnt fish, ordinary smell for this dragon, whom loved the taste of fish. However, she did not realize that she burnt the fish further beyond what we would eat, so, we relied on ourselves for our own food. We’re young, in our twenties, so we of course brought only snacks and nothing like vegetables. We weren’t on any diet. We wanted the good stuff. It was a long ride on the back of a slippery dragon.

We were off, and were already catching up. I haven’t seen Jakob for a few days, as I spent much of my time with my father and sisters. They would still not give up torturing me, their little sibling for nothing. It was one of their favorite pastimes. “I think my dad is going to give everything to my sister,” I spoke up to Jakob. Jakob responded by carefully turning around on the dragon’s back to face me.

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt you. You never really liked the travel involved to remote places. You seemed really bored last time we went down south. I don’t blame you, I don’t want to go there again… anyway, wouldn’t you be happier working near your mom?” Jakob had a point. The only thing I really enjoyed about the shipping company was the economics and trade routes. I hated having to get out of the caravan to visit a village or town where I have to walk around with a guard to prevent getting mugged.

I remember a time when I was only fourteen and I ran off from the guard, frustrated that I couldn’t do anything. That day seemed to have scarred me. I watched two men beat up a child over a stale piece of bread. They looked at me, and my non-worn clothes. I bet they assumed I had some coins on me. I ran, scared. Luckily I was never hurt.

It was not long before we were flying over the sea, and the river that fed the sea vanished from sight. We only saw water, water in every direction. This was actually my favorite part of the ride back then. It made Jakob uneasy to be over the water, but, I loved it. My mom lived on an island, far to the northeast of where my father lived. The late afternoon sun begun to irritate my neck. Jakob held a grip onto the dragon, feeling the warmth beginning to reflect off of the dragon as well. This never lasted very long, as Jakob’s dragon moved quickly, and before we would know it the late afternoon and eve would be upon us.

“Hey, remember Ezelle?” Jakob asked. I simply nodded my head. Ezelle was a man known seemingly across the world. Everyone knew Ezelle, and he somehow knew everyone. Ezelle is a man, seemingly older then anyone has ever encountered. He was not right in the head, and told stories of times nobody would remember. He would stand in lines for hours… when the only problem was, he was the only person in the line for nothing. He would mutter off to some invisible friend, whom shared the name of his late wife. “Well… I saw him yesterday. He had this wooden chair and his cane on a small patch of grass where the horses eat. He kept waving his cane at them, trying to defend his lawn.”

I couldn’t help but to snort. Ezelle was a man whom would do things nobody knew what he would do. “Does Ezelle even have a lawn?” I asked Jakob. We both knew the answer anyway, the answer was no. Ezelle was just a man whom traveled the world, alone. He was nothing more then a traveler and a storyteller. A great storyteller for that matter. I remember when I was a child, he would tell me stories of our king and his unhealthy addiction and love to squirrels. They were highly entertaining.

The mood of our trip changed quickly as we flew into a patch of clouds. Clouds were normal for us. The wind picked up, causing our warm necks to instantly become cold. Drops of water developed across our body and our ride. We didn’t think twice about this, because it was normal. A light rain on the ocean constantly happened. We’ve had seen it several times. Jakob and I just went back to idle chatter about the last few days of our lives and random topics.

It was a tough decision, my mother and father would never have approved of Jakob, but, I love him. So they would have to accept him. They did not approve of my sister’s husband, but, over time they treat him as the family. I hoped the same would reoccur again for me and Jakob. I had a job interview on the island of which my mother hailed residency, and, I decided it would also be the perfect opportunity to tell her the news. I was sure she would be thrilled. But, it was a tough decision. What if it all had backfired? Well, backfired it did.

We went further into the clouds, and they seemed to grow bigger and darker. Rain poured, soaking us. Several moments later, we realized we have not made it through the cloud brink. We knew something was wrong. We just flew into a storm. Before the dragon even had a chance to try and fly higher, or faster to escape the storm, a strike of lightning hit. It was loud, causing our ears to ring. Jakob and I held on tightly, knowing the downpour of rain was going to become slippery.

The dragon couldn’t fly higher, because of the lightning becoming more and more common. She couldn’t take that risk. We all knew we needed to go lower, or find a way out of this storm, but, we were so high in the sky, it would take minutes to be just above the waves of the water.

Lightning struck close to us, causing me to nearly jump, I would have if I were not holding on for my life. The storm got worse, the winds grew stronger. We never had the chance to get to a safe distance above the water. We were too high when a bolt of lightning struck the dragon’s back, causing both Jakob and I to let go. It would scar her back, but, we kept our balance for a few seconds. A strung gust of wind pushed both Jakob and I off the back of the dragon.

We fell, plummeting to the surface of the water. We accelerated quickly down. I knew I wouldn’t get out of this ordeal. My mind and body was locked out of thought and control. All I was able to do was hear Jakob shout out to the dragon, “Save him!” She obeyed, and grabbed me in her talons. I watched, frozen as I saw below me a splash of water as Jakob hit it. There was no time for her to save both. The dragon stayed silent, and beat her wings harder and harder. I fainted.

I awoke. My body ached. It pained me. I ignored the cuts across my chest and back, from the dragon’s talons. I was laying on the beach of our destination. I couldn’t feel them. I was in a place of worn out faces, a world of people whom I recognized but seemed out of my reach. I had no expression to show them, my sorrow swallowed me up. I saw a glimpse of a trader on the horse recognizing me, but I did not him. Jakob’s dragon landed in front of us. I turned my head, with a weak voice, I spoke up through my chattering teeth from the cold, “Why?” I asked. I turned my head through the stiff pain to look around, for a glimpse of Jakob. I muttered to myself, over and over, “He can’t be gone. He had to make it. He had to. He had to.” I hoped it was just a bad dream.

The dragon answered my query with a roar that seemed to shatter the earth. Dragons are creatures of extraordinary grace, and of few words. They hardly speak, and when they do their words carry such heavy power. “The heart is silent. I will soar to the heavens to see the stars in silence. Azarith, you are our last act.” The dragon roared again, shaking the ground around us, causing the residents of the homes near the beach to scurry outside to see what was going on.

Dragons were rare in this world, and when they hatched, they grew alongside a chosen person, a lifelong companion. They shared thoughts, they shared their emotions. When the dragon fell in love, the human would do so. If the human fell in love, the dragon would do so. There were too few dragons, there were always a few. The words of the dragon made all whom heard feel her pain. The words carried her magic, her life-string, her story of sorrow, her legend, and her love.

With the last words of the dragon, everyone knew the story of a spoiled man and his relationship with the dragon’s companion. Everyone within range of the dragon’s roar knew my story. The story of Jakob and I. It was no longer a secret, soon the whole island would know. Everyone would be abuzz of it. Everyone would not only be gossiping about myself and Jakob, they would be gossiping about the dragon. The sight of a dragon was rare enough, people normally saw one every few years, unless they lived in a large city.

Her roar came to an end, and the shaking stopped, only to be followed by a strong wind. She lifted off into the air, flying off, faster then I have ever seen her fly before. I knew the dragon was gone, for good. Nobody, not even I would see the dragon again. When the dragons bid a farewell, their companion has been taken from the world, seemingly taken to the heavens. The dragon would follow her broken heart, spending the last of her days soaring the skies, searching the stars, in hopes to see him once again. Not even a single legend told of a dragon returning. I collapsed. Unconscious for the next while. I awoke, nearly two days later in the early afternoon. I have survived a terrible storm.

She knew of my pain. She felt more then I ever would. She felt the end of two. Myself and Jakob.

“I love him, mom,” I spoke to my mother, Adria Nimue. I was devastated, unable to make the connection. I mopped around my mother’s residence for days on end, barely eating. Just staring out the window to the water. I missed him, I missed his dragon… but I really missed him. I was… I am in love with Jakob.

My mother understood, “I know you did son.” Her words shook me out of the depressive stance I was in. My mother snapped me back into reality. “He wouldn’t want the love of his life to be depressed.” I never told my mother of my relationship with Jakob. But she already knew.

“Save him,” were the last words I ever heard him say. Jakob is the love of my life. I never got to kiss him goodbye. Our perfect trip to announce our engagement to my mother never happened.

Retouched Short Story: Cresthallow

Posted on 01/12/11 by Nick 3 Comments

I wrote this a few years back, and I did not have a title of it until recently. I realized the town this takes place in is named Cresthallow, so hence, I named the short story that recently to reflect the town’s name. Why this? Because I couldn’t think of a better one.

I gave a lot of thought to this piece, and I did write the outline of it quickly, but it developed to be more then what it originally was. For today, I have slaved away when not working on the next part of Ian’s Story to retouch this piece of work. The names in this work are unusual, but, please don’t let that hold anything against the work itself. Yes, I’m aware my dialogue may seem cheesy, but I wrote this when I was still a teenager, haha; and it holds a place in my heart.

Please, feel free to comment and let me know what you thought. Without further ado, here’s the story:


Drack’s eyes shot open at the sound of his alarm, his eyes rolling back into his head. He knew the time the clock read and choose to ignore it. The light outdoors creeping into the opening of the curtains of his room, Drack’s arm quickly jumped to shield his eyes while the other arm pulled a quilt over his face. A blue pair glared in through the crack of the curtains, hidden beneath a ragged cloth. It soon moved away from the window. Moments later, his door begun to take a beating. Groaning, he still laid in his bed.

Forcing himself to rollover on his back and to sit up, he slowly rubbed his eyes. “Coming,” he called out faintly. The beating of the door ceased. His hand quickly moved to hit the clock off. The ringing of the alarm ceased.

Standing up, Drack moved out of the light’s way, shielding his eyes to the side of his room; after a few minutes he was out the door and downstairs only to be stopped, “Dad, I don’t have time,” he muttered under his breath.

“Nonsense, its six, son. You have an hour before school starts,” his father responded sitting in a chair at the table in the kitchen, he motioned his hand. “Sit son,” he gestured, “Anything on your mind?”

“No, Dad. There isn’t anything I want to talk about. Can I go now?” Drack spoke hastily. “Wait,” he paused, “There is one thing,” he spoke quickly, taking a seat at the table across from his father. “Some of the guys are going to the island tomorrow. Can I go along? It’s the weekend.”

“These are local guys, right? If you introduce them to me and they all give me their cell phone numbers then yes you can go. You’re seventeen so I guess I can trust you.” Drack’s father smiled softly, “Anything else?”

“Can I take the boat?” Drack asked quickly, hopeful he will be allowed to take his father’s boat.

“Is your room clean?”

“Yes,” the teenager quickly lied. He received a glare from his father, “Okay, no.”

“Then you have until one to get it clean. When your answer is yes, mine will be. I’m trusting you, Drack,” his father spoke softly; “I’ll be home late today, about four. Take the car and inspect the boat after your room is clean.”

“Yeah thanks dad,” Drack quickly spoke. Standing up and grabbing his book bag he ran out the front door.

School ended at twelve thirty for the high school students. It was just another normal day for them. Drack walked away from the school with one friend at his side. He stopped at an intersection under a streetlight that lit a forth of the intersection dimly. “Hey Zaren, let’s stop at the café,” Drack quietly spoke.

“Sure,” Zaren responded. The light changed allowing the boys to walk further. The next streetlight was brighter then the previous then they stopped. The city was not big on streetlights even when half of the city wants them on the streets their kids take while walking home.

Drack bumped into a hooded figure with blue eyes like his friend’s, smiling, “Good day, nice to see you again,” Drack spoke kindly.

Ordering two drinks the boys sat at a table in the far corner of the café near the windows, they begun to talk. “My dad says yes to the island and I have access to his boat. You can go, right?”

Half past two the boat’s engines roared to life. Drack sped across the lake’s surface toward the center, behind a few hills. The ride took about an hour to get to the island. “You brought the keys to the cabin, right Zaren?” Kyne asked, tossing a backpack to Drack.

The blue eyed teenager called Zaren stepped forward, “Yup. I did. Here,” Zaren reached into his pocket and pulled out a key ring with three keys attached, “Catch,” he tossed the keys to Kyne. Turning his gaze to Drack he asked, “Drack? You gonna dock or anchor?”

“Weather is to hold all weekend so anchor. Let’s go,” Drack spoke as he powered down the boat. “Each of us needs to carry a bag and a backpack in,” Drack seemed to be the leader for the time being. He slid the keys to the boat in his pocket and grabbed a large paper bag, “Kyne, drop the anchor?” Drack asked jumping off the boat.

Kyne nodded his head and kicked a heavy metal anchor overboard. Looking at the rope as it dropped, he knew it was attached. Grabbing the second large paper bag, leaving one left and throwing a backpack on his back he jumped off the boat after Drack.

“Hey, Drack! What’s this in the back? I never seen this part of the boat covered before.” Zaren pointed to the entire back of the boat being covered with a white sheet.

“I’m not sure, must be my dads.”

Zaren followed the lead of the two teenagers before him. Slipping on a backpack and grabbing the last large paper bag he jumped off and followed Kyne. The cabin was tucked in the edge of a clearing, under a few tall trees inside of the wood that covered the entire island as well as the entire city.

Kyne unlocked the cabin and tossed the keys back to Zaren. Zaren dropped the large paper bag catching the keys. Drack glared at him and he quickly picked up the bag be dropped. Inside they all dropped their bags and backpacks on the floor. Drack was the last in, so he closed the door. “Can we sleep first before we unpack?” Drack asked.

“Yeah, go ahead Drack, I’m gonna do the same. Don’t take my room. You two can fight over the other room,” Zaren spoke running off deeper into the two bedroom cabin.

“Yeah, my mom thinks it’s about time I get out of the house with some friends. My dad offered to take us, but, I said no. I got access to his cabin though,” Zaren spoke quietly. The teenagers seemed as they didn’t want to be overheard.

“Sweet! Did you hear from Kyne yet? He’s food right?”

“Kyne is going. He lives on his own, damn lucky guy, he graduated last year. But, Drack, Kyne wants to leave the city.”

Drack froze at the words, it rarely ever happened; the fact that Kyne wanted to leave the city made time freeze for the group. How he grew up in the city, nobody left, they only came. The city was their home, nowhere else was. There was rarely even a desire to leave the city, from anyone.

Zaren woke at four fifteen. Drack woke at five. Kyne never slept. Once all three were back into the living room of the cabin, they begun debating of what to do over the next few days. “We have a week here actually, as seniors we get a Senior’s Week and it starts on Monday. So we can stay a while Kyne.” Drack spoke looking at Zaren.

“Yeah. Do we have enough food to last that long?” Zaren asked.

“Enough for five days. Remember I packed and picked out all the food, so I know. There is more in my backpack and Drack’s. Zaren I put rocks in yours,” Kyne laughed.

“That’s why it was so heavy!” Zaren glared and hissed toward Kyne, “I’ll get you back.”

“So, guys, what should we do? Zaren? Kyne? What should the three of us do? It’s young outside right now, so we have time.”

“The water looked good, swimming? The lake is calm so nothing much to worry about,” Kyne suggested.

“Nah, let’s go into the wood. I hear there is a spring, so your swimming idea somewhat yes, but no in the lake, in the spring instead,” Zaren spoke up.

“I’m with Zaren, Kyne.”

It was unanimously decided between the three teenagers that they were going to the spring on the island hidden inside the wood, further back into the wood then the cabin was. The teenagers were off within five minutes. Only one backpack with them. They left the rest of their supplies and stuff in the cabin.

The wood was quiet. Not much going on. The animals sleeping, nothing to worry about. The teenagers continued, following Zaren trying to find the spring. “Stop,” Kyne hissed. A twig snapped. “Probably nothing,” Kyne muttered, he continued on.

A twig snapped again.

The boys ignored the second time they all heard the twig snapped. They continued on in search of the spring Zaren spoke about. Kyne stopped again, “Drack, Zaren, let’s pick up the pace. It’s six and we have to be back by eight.” The two other teenagers nodded their heads and they were off.

A twig snapped.

Drack went off the path to go check it out, “Catch up with you guys,” he whispered. He wasn’t worried about anything happening. His curiosity just got the best of him a majority of the time.

A twig snapped.

Drack jumped up and turned around. There was someone there. “Hello?” he spoke quietly.

Kyne heard a scream. He quickly extended an arm and grabbed Zaren. “He’s not going alone,” Kyne hissed in Zaren’s ear after pulling him close to him. “Let’s go, I’m leading. We’re following Drack.” Kyne and Zaren went off the path in the direction Drack went in.

A second scream. “It’s Drack!” Zaren yelled.

“Shut up!” Kyne hissed, “You don’t want them to hear us,” Kyne knew something was wrong. He moved faster to try to find Drack. “We’re not splitting up, so keep up Zaren or I’m telling your girlfriend your real first name.”

Zaren and Kyne stayed in the woods late. They never found Drack. At eleven, hours after non stop searching they went back to the cabin in hopes Drack was there. The boys had to go back to the city. “Zaren check Drack’s cloths. He changed, but he always forgets his keys. Take the keys. We’re going to get help.”

“We cannot leave yet, it’s eleven. There is a reason this cabin is hidden beneath the trees, under shade. In the shadows,” Zaren spoke gravely. The boys didn’t sleep at all. They sat awake for hours not even muttering a word to each other. They lost Drack, a part of their trio.

Seven rolled around soon. The teenagers both stood up, leaving everything behind, they made their way to Drack’s boat. They were going back to the city. Kyne drove the boat, Zaren drew up the anchor. They made it back to the city by seven-thirty. “Drack’s house first,” Zaren muttered.

They both didn’t have a car, so they walked. Drack lived closer to the lake then the other two did.

Within hours, search for Drack was underway on the island. Kyne and Zaren both went back. The never found him. After weeks of searching, Drack was never found. People begun to lose hope, Kyne and Zaren returned each weekend to the island, knowing something was left behind. Six weeks after Drack’s disappearance, Zaren and Kyne went back to the island, this time in Drack’s father’s boat.

Zaren gazed out sitting in the back seat of the boat, realizing something. “Hey sir! Did you remove the white sheet back here?”

“Yes. There was nothing under it, so I thought no point. It wasn’t my sheet, so I just tossed it,” Drack’s father spoke answering the question. Zaren’s eyes glared over at Kyne.

In the cabin, about twelve thirty, Zaren looked outside. The sun gleamed into his eyes. Screaming he jumped back. “Damn it!” he muttered under his breath. He caught the attention of the other people in the room. Zaren couldn’t complain, he knew the people of the city and himself. They all avoided the sunlight.

A blue pair, hidden beneath a ragged cloth glared into the crack left by Zaren.

Fiction Friday: Ian's Story, Prologue.

Posted on 01/07/11 by Nick 2 Comments

Well, I hope you all enjoyed Ian’s character preview yesterday; it is now time to release the story with Ian in it. I have no idea what to call this writing project. For a while I was calling it The Story of Ian, but then I decided to just call it Ian’s Story literally like at 2 am in the morning a few nights back.

I’ve been working on this piece for a while, and rewrote it several times trying to get the perfect feel. I think I achieved the feel I would like, though, I know I have some things to work on. This is not the last time you’ll get to see Ian and his family, I plan on continuing his story in the future. It might not be next Friday, but, who knows? It could be a month from now, a week, or four months. I hope you all enjoy the little I have done.

Honestly, the start of it did not come out as smooth as I would’ve liked, but, I am still proud of it. Anyways, let’s get to the story. Please, feel free to tell me what you thought in a comment or via my ask feedback page.


“Ethan would love it here with these trees changing colors, Brookelyn,” said a man standing on the sidewalk a few yards from a woman locking an apartment door. He took a few steps forward and gave a soft, gentle smile, “How have you been Brookelyn?” The season of summer had passed, where now dragonflies that have emerged to play with tykes in the soft winds under the bright rain of falling colors. Crushing sounds were heard as the children wandered across the colorful leafs that have fallen to the earth.

“What are you doing here?” the woman asked hastily with a hint of surprised shock in her voice. “And please don’t call him Ethan, dad. He hates being called Ethan.” Brookelyn turned away from her apartment door, picked up a laptop back at her side with Ethan’s preferred nickname sewn into it, and walked to her father and wrapped an arm around him. She was happy to see him, and at the same time she was surprised that he showed up, as she has not heard from him in some time. “Did mom come?”

The man nodded his head gently, “Your mom is waiting in the car, Brookelyn.” He looked down at the laptop bag his daughter was holding and he exhaled sharply, “Brookelyn, what’s wrong? Is Ethan in the hospital again? Is this Abigail with him?”

“Yes dad. Abby is with him. Ethan would be glad to see you, but please, dad, please don’t make any empty promises this time. Ethan cannot handle them.” Brookelyn walked past her father to the edge of the sidewalk. She unlocked the passenger door and sat the laptop bag inside and closed it. “You’re coming aren’t you?” she spoke up in a voice, without turning to see her father.

Her father simply nodded and turned away to go to his own vehicle. Brookelyn waited for him to start his car before she got in hers. She started her car and pulled out, with her father and mother following her car to the hospital. It was a long, quiet twenty-minute drive. She parked her car, grabbed Ethan’s laptop bag and waited at the entrance to the hospital for her parents. They did not take long to catch up to her.

Brookelyn walked to the elevators with a fast pace that was much like her mother’s. She knew where she was going, a few floors up and a few more turns down the massive halls of the hospital until they hit Ethan’s room. She walked in the room to here a shout of a teenager, “Mom!” With the shout he nearly jumped out of his bed, the iv tubes tightened as he leaned forward, from being twisted against the bed railing.

“Calm down, honey,” another woman, Abigail, already in the room ordered to the teenager. Brookelyn walked in and gave her son a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead. She handed the laptop bag to him. He quickly opened the bag and pulled out his laptop that had a custom-made skin that had his nickname on it. The parents of Brookelyn Caulderwood entered the room without making a slightest sound. Ethan, himself didn’t hear them come in as he was hearing the call of his laptop. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Caulderwood,” Abigail spoke.

Ethan typed his password on his laptop and looked up at the doorway to his room. “Grandpa Steven! Grandma Kay!” a large grin appeared on his face. The laptop made an annoying sound identifying that it had logged-on. Without a second thought he picked up the laptop and set it on the table tray by his bedside. Ethan’s grin remained as he extended his arms, waiting for his grandparents to come closer for he could give them a hug. He severely missed them, as he has not seen them for a while.

His grandmother, Kayleen Caulderwood came up first. She grasped him gently and kissed his forehead. As she pulled away Steven Caulderwood came up and gave Ethan a hug as well, his grip tighter then Kayleen’s. “Hello Ethan! How have you been?” his grandfather asked.

“Grandpa! Call me Ian, please?” Ethan begged. Ethan preferred to be called by the nickname he has used for years, but it has taken his family longer then expected to catch on. The teenager turned his head to his laptop and shut it down. As much as he wanted on it, he decided not to be on it. Brookelyn would’ve made him get off of it anyway with company after a few minutes.

As Ethan closed the lid his grandmother handed him a small box wrapped in wrapping paper. “Happy birthday Ian,” she spoke with a soft and pained smile.

The birthday boy kept his grin and stared at Brookelyn as if he was asking if he could open it right then and there. Brookelyn gave a slight nod. His grin grew wider as he ripped up the paper to see what the box was. He pulled the paper away and saw the box, and, it revealed a music playing device. “Grandma! It’s awesome! Thanks grandma and grandpa!” Ethan smiled as he opened the box quickly to pull out the items inside. A music playing device he wanted to get, as his last broke from water damage.

“Hand me the that book, Ian,” Abigail smiled. Ethan listened and grabbed the book that came with his new gadget and tossed it to Abigail. She took the book graciously and placed it on her lap so she would read it later. Ian did not read the manuals, nor did Brookelyn, but Abigail read them and became the unofficial the troubleshooter of the family.

It was surprising to the young man, that his entire family was brought together to see him. For once they were not in a heated argument. Ethan savored the moment before the arguments broke out in a seemingly endless feud between his two mothers’ families.