Rasheed.

The conversation between us goes on and on for an hour later and now, the sky is sorely dark with no stars.

I see no moon up there, most likely because of the heavy clouds, clumped above.

I keep my arms locked with Sam's as he escorts me home. He's offered himself, as an act of providence.

"Thank you," I say to him on getting to my house. The lights are out, except the living room's. Granny must still be awake.

He nods, and hugs me, within, he says, "it's alright. I'll see you next tomorrow, and till then, we'd talk on phone. Extend my greetings to aunt Melissa when she comes. I won't be able to come."

"She will understand. I love you, take care. Nighty." I say on my way to the front door. He waves, and I smile back and enter the room.

Granny is sitting on the couch, cramped in her position and licking a chocolate candy. I shake my head. She doesn't even care about her health.

I stomp over to her to snatch it off of her hands until I see nylon packets of the candies she's ingested. Oh, damn! What the...

"Gimme that." Recovering my gape, I take it from her.

"What..." She wasn't expecting it. "No, I haven't eaten these in days."

"And you are not expect to." My voice disappears behind the kitchen door. I go to dispose it and the packets.

When I'm done, I climb up the stairs and go straight to my room. I feel tired and exhausted. Standing at the counter to account goods for customers has it's downsides though.

I slam myself into the bed and take my phone out, and I check for any messages after turning on my data. The ones I see are irrelevant. Even though, I want to sleep, at the same time, I want to watch some Netflix movies, so I get up the bed and go to my laptop to turn it on.

It wasn't until midnight that I sleep and I can remember having a trance kind of sleep, where I kissed some handsome man. I get that a lot as an imaginative writer, no crap.

I jolt up from my bed because of a slam. The door. Someone is in here.

My eyes snap open to see aunt Melissa, standing next to my bed, in an akimbo stance. I blink and rub my face with my hands. She's in a matching wife beater and oversized knit made joggers. She has a edgy asymmetrical lob haircut, the ends, tinted brown. Her skin is flourished with clean almond undertone colour.

"Morning." I say to her. She looks boiling. "Are you angry at someone?"

She laughs briefly, lightly, yet perilously, in a way. "I didn't travel all the way from Kirkland to this British Columbia, Vancouver just to see my own nephew, sleeping away his fun when we could be out there, shopping and getting drunk." Oops, she will never change.

I disregard her and grab my phone, and check the time — nine fifty-two.

"And you are done, nagging. Thank goodness. Can we talk like a normal relative now? How was your trip?" With the way she's glaring at me, a part of me hopes she doesn't stab me with a knife.

Her voice is stern, "get the heck out of that bed!"

Who can argue with aunt Melissa when she starts her tantrums. She'd be acting like the boss in the house, no wonder she and grandmother never gets along.

She's on husband number six and granny hates the fact that she won't stick with one. It's not like they are the one with problems, rather it's her lustful self. She can't just take her eyes off the next handsome man she sees few years after a wedding.

Although, even with her lifestyle, which I'm not in any sense judging, I am very much mesmerized by her beauty. She still looks young.

"Rash!"

Oh, boy.

I hurry up and get a plain blue towel around my waist while there's another in my hands, being used to clean my face and torso.

I get out of the bathroom and go to the closet. I put on a simple nylon black shirt, long enough that the hem stops around my thighs, and a khaki short.

On the way, I slip into my flip-flops, getting down the stairs, I see aunt Melissa, giggling to the screen of her phone. She's Face-timing with someone, and really, I don't want to know who it is.

When she catch my figure, walking to the couch, she quickly wraps it up and tells me. "So, what's the plan?"

I shrug. She's placing her phone away, and concentrating on me. "I don't know."

"You're a dickhead." She says. Well, I have a dickhead, the thought comes abruptly but I quickly shake it away.

"What do you think...wait, where's granny?"

"She's not around." Remember that I said she and granny never gets along. This is one of the obviousness that I mean. Granny is religious on her side, so she can't agree on aunt Melissa's way of life, which brings me to the shock that she'd agree to my sexuality. It's just complicated. Or maybe there's more to it that I do not know.

Aunt Melissa made her plans for us; we will first eat breakfast, then go to shopping to get me new clothes. The ones fit for a college guy; the way she said it. Then, that we will come back home for dinner.

Truth be told, aunt Melissa knows fun. Everything she planned went accordingly. After today's shopping which takes longer than supposed to, we still found the time to go to the Cinema.

It is just seven in the evening and I'm in my bedroom, pressing my phone, already feeling lightly sleepy. I left the dining room twenty seven minutes ago. I couldn't withstand the exchange aunt Melissa and granny were having.

For starters, I was supposed to live with her when I start college tomorrow, and she's just deciding to tell me now that I have to stick with the hostel.

I don't have any issues with the hostel before, but she, being around will give me closure I might be lacking in the new country. And because of that, the ladies are arguing downstairs.

When there's nothing important to do on my phone anymore, I drop it on the cabinet and sleep.