Shortie - Jayson Tatum

Five.

Lmaooo I'm really terrible. I'm sorry. I wasn't sure if we were vibing isn't it but it is new so it does take some time to pick up readers and stuff.

Anywho, I hope y'all enjoy the chapter!

Naomi's POV

Everyone around the table laughed at a memory my mom just brought up. The table guest consisting of myself, my parents, big brother, grandparents, and a couple of my cousins.

It was Sunday and we got together as much as we could. This Sunday happened to be one where I wasn't busy so I stopped by.

I don't make it here as much as I should. It's only an hour and some change away but I don't know. As I got older I just wanted to do my own thing so that's what I've been doing.

Love them. They're decent people, it's just. I enjoy being at my house, relaxing, by myself. Is that....weird? Or too much?

"So how's life been for you?" My granny asked me.

"Fine. Yours?"

"Good. You don't ever call me."

And you don't call me either. I mean hey the phone works both ways. I'm not going to say that though. I'm not stupid.

"Yeah I know. Just been busy." I shrugged and gave a light smile.

"Too busy for your granny?" I really had no response to that so I shrugged again. "I'm not going to be here forever."

"Neither am I." I countered. I could be gone at any moment if we being honest.

"Um...anyone want dessert? I made cake." My mom stood up from the table and spoke.

"I'm good. I gotta get on the road. It's going to get dark soon." I got up. "Dinner was good."

"Okay." She looked at me with a small smile. "Let me at least pack you up something to go. You can eat on it during the week."

"No, it's okay. I'll be out of town for the next two weeks. Thank you though. Y'all have a good night." I waved after I gathered my things.

"I love you." My mom said.

I gave a tight lipped smile. "Love you too."

I always get a weird, uncomfortable feeling when someone says "I love you". I don't know it's like...why are you using such strong words?

Once I got settled in the car I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. It probably seems like I don't like my family. Or it's an estranged situation.

Like I said, they're decent people, I would just rather keep my distance. There's never really much to talk about other than them putting me on the spot with me not coming around enough.

Or that I'm working too much. I've changed. Stuff like that. It gets tiring to hear. Then they get this oh so confused tone as if they don't know why I don't come around.

My mom is great though. I talk to her almost everyday. Our relationship wasn't always like this growing up. We didn't get along but the more we grew older, the closer we got.

My dad and I? Eh. It's not the best. We're cordial. That's really the best wording that I can find. We were closer when I was younger but as I got older, he couldn't grasp that I was getting older and I didn't like that. He kept babying me.

He and I argue, bicker....a lot.

My older brother? I don't talk to him much. It's a once in a blue moon thing. We have a 6 year age gap. He's where he is in life. Is he happy with where he is? No. He lives at home with our grandparents and his wife, who I don't really care for.