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Robyn
I’m telling mom you called me that
Definitely already regretting this decision
My family was alot, but to be fair, so was I. I shook my head, smiling down at my phone as I left my room for the bathroom. One of my biggest ADHD struggles was object permanence. I loved my family more than I could express in words, but when they weren’t in front of me, I often forgot about them. It made me feel like a shitty person sometimes, but I wasn’t actively choosing to forget about them and I didn’t love them any less; my brain was just wired differently.
Especially when I was in my drafting cave. But whenever I did remember to come up for air, my family was always there and waiting for me with open arms.
I turned the shower on, getting my music set up while the water warmed up. I couldn’t stand silence and always had either a TV show or more likely music playing in the background. Being left with my own thoughts in silence? Please don’t torture me like that.
Back in my room after the shower, I was getting dressed when my phone pinged with a new text. I picked it up, my heart skipping a beat when I saw James’s name on the screen.
I swiped the message up, smiling at his text.
Guess who just told me they have a date tomorrow and won't be home?
Let me guess, he’s tall and annoying?
Damn, NikNak, you talk about all your friends that way?
Hey, you all know the meaner I am, the more I like you
ANYWAYS
As I was saying, Collins will be out tomorrow night. And isn’t there a game tomorrow too?
How many times do I have to remind you I never know when sports are happening
Nerd*eyeroll emoji*
And don’t you forget it*winking emoji*
Alright, just confirmed and there is indeed a game tomorrow
Tomorrow then?
As long as you feel ready.
I have an admin shift tomorrow, I’ll be home from the bar around 9
Tomorrow it is*blushing emoji*
I set my phone down, smiling as I got dressed for family dinner. The smile stayed on my face the entire drive there.
17
Nikki
I'll Be There For You - The Remembrandts
“—wassittingthere,youdick,” Robyn’s voice greeted me as I opened the front door.
My mom’s voice came next, yelling from the kitchen, “Why do I still have to tell you two to play nice? You are both adults now.”
“Barely,” I heard Alex’s muttered reply as I turned the corner into the living room, finding all of my siblings besides Noah. Alex was seated in the coveted recliner, scrolling on his phone. His tousled dirty blonde hair was just past his ears, green eyes sharp as he scanned whatever he was looking at on his phone. He did swimming all through high school, and still worked out in the pool often. He wasn't huge, but he wasn't exactly small either.
Alex was the middle of the five of us, but he wasn’t our brother by blood. He was our cousin on our mom’s side, but his parents had died in a car crash when he was just five. It had never been a question about where he belonged, and our parents legally adopted him immediately. He was currently still living at home, having skipped college to try to make it as an actor. So far he’d landed some small theatre roles and a few commercials and roles as an extra, but he was so talented and hardworking that we all had no doubt his big break was around the corner.
