Father-son scenario...

I don't feel like leaving the house today, but somehow I pull myself out of it. 

I wore Roots sweatpants and my red sweater. Looking down at my phone, I see multiple notifications popping up as I turn on the device. The phone had three FaceTime missed calls, seventeen Snapchats, and twenty-four direct messages from Instagram. There were also about seventy-three text messages unopened, eighteen Twitter notifications, and ten regular missed calls. Most of these were from Nolan.

I scrolled through all of them, noticing how Aiden didn't even try to talk to me. I went on his Twitter page like a regular person would do- note the sarcasm- and saw that his bio with Hazel with a heart emoji was gone, replaced with a period. I don't bother looking through the rest of my messages as I leave the house.