How To Stop Being Called A Kid

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Chapter 11 : How To Stop Being Called A Kid

“Tell me again why we’re up at the ass-crack of dawn?”

I looked towards Warren. We were sitting on a bench, in the middle of a park that Gerber usually runs in. He usually went there on the weekdays, in the morning before work. “Because Gerber usually runs here.”

“If he’s not here, you’re the one going to be running,” Warren snapped at me, crossing his arms.

Apparently, Warren was not a morning person. But luckily, I was. “Calm down. He always runs. He should be here.” It was around 5 in the morning, which was why he was so cranky. I looked towards the sky and watched as the sun rose. “Look. I love watching the sunrises.”

“Why?” He asked moodily. “Just another fucking day.”

“Because each one is different,” I said. “It’s like watching a movie that doesn’t have an ending.” I forced his head to turn in the direction of the rising sun. “Watch. No talk, just watch.”

That’s what we did. We watched the sunrise together. I sipped my coffee quietly and relaxed. I pretended that my boss wasn’t after me, and that the person next to me wasn’t 300 years old, and that everything was just normal. How it should be. And then it ended.

“Sunrises are fucking stupid.”

I sighed flatly, eyes still on the sky. “We can’t ever have a good moment between us. Ever.”

“Good moments?” Warren snorted. “You make it sound like we’ve known each other for years. You don’t know the half of what I’ve been through, kid.”

“Call me kid again and I will take this coffee and dump it over your head,” I snapped at him. I lowered my threat and lowered my voice. “Fine then. Tell me something about you.”

“But that’s the thing,” He said. “I want to keep it that way.”

I wasn’t sure if I should feel hurt by that. “Well I don’t. So tell me.”

“No.”

I ignored him. “When were you born?”

He sighed. “Alex, don’t start this.”

“C’mon, War. It’s just one question.”

Warren rubbed at his hairy cheek. “1704.”

The coffee in my mouth was spat into the air. I started hacking, but Warren didn’t even look to me. Instead, he was looking out into the distance, as if nothing happened. “W - 1704?” I repeated after I was done choking.

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