Story: Middle Part 33
[[Continuity Note: Damien came back from his meeting with the council a little depressed though he claims he's just tired.]]
The next morning when Alf wakes, Damien has packed away all of his things and is wearing new clothes, seemingly ready to leave the house despite the fact that it's not even nine o'clock in the morning. Alf himself wonders why he's awake while Jessica and Rock are still soundly sleeping beside his empty sleeping bag. Damien looks over from his seat on the couch, noticing Alf watching him.
"My parents are going to pick me up in a minute," he says, not looking at Alf.
Alf stands. "But it's so early..."
"I just, don't feel well," Damien stated, fiddling with the strap on his backpack.
There is a knock on the door and Damien stands, and walks toward it. Mrs Struthers emerges from the kitchen and lets Mrs Reid in before the two mothers look at Damien, concerned.
"You really don't look well," Mrs Reid stated, coming towards her son and feeling his forehead. "Well, I don't think you have a fever."
"I just want to go home," Damien voiced, and began heading towards the door.
"It's probably just lack of sleep," Mrs Struthers noted, though she looked at Alf as though demanding an explanation later.
Alf only shrugged. "Or too much popcorn," he added.
Mrs Reid only smiled. "Well I'd best be getting him home to bed, then," she said. "I'll catch up with you soon Miriam," she said to Alf's mother. "Good to see you again Alf," she added, before ruffling his hair, and taking one of Damien's bag's out to the car.
"Bye Mrs Reid, Damien," Alf farewells before closing the door and facing his upset looking mother.
"What is wrong with him?" she asks her son.
Alf shrugs with a frown. "I don't know. He wouldn't tell us."
Mrs Struthers examined her son, trying to determine whether he was lying or not. Seeing that he wasn't, she gathered him under her arm and led him toward the kitchen. "What do you three want for breakfast?"
"I-" Alf yawned. "Would rather go back to sleep."
"Okay," Mrs Struthers nodded. "You'll probably wake up when breakfast is ready anything. I'm thinking bacon and eggs."
Alf only nodded, and headed back to the room with his friends still in it. Remarkably, neither of them had moved the entire time he was gone. He curled up in his dark blue bag, swiftly heading back to the land of nod.
[[End scene.]]
posted by Cedric @ 1:41 pm
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