Break the Distance

Chapter 2

Friday 19th of August, 2016

Toronto, Canada

Noah William's pov

I walk out of my little bathroom with a towel tied around my middle. "CAN'T STOP THE FEEELING!" I sing loud along with the music coming out of my phone. Someone knocks hard on the wall. "NOAH," I hear my little brother Matthew yell, "STOP IT." "CAN'T STOP THE FEELING!!" I sing again and walk to my closet. I'm just about to open it when the door of my bedroom flies open. "Dude!" Michael, my other little brother, says irritated, "We're trying to learn!" I laugh. "It's freaking vacation," I say and he looks angry at me, "just admit that you're embarrassed." "I'm not! We prepare for next year!" he says clearly annoyed and walks to my phone to turn the music off. "Héhé," I say, "my phone, not yours, don't ever touch it again." "I live her too!" Michael says, "don't act like you own the place." With that he walks out my room and slams the door.

Let's go a little back. The boy who knocked hard on the wall was Matthew, one of my little brothers. He's 13 years old and the nerd of the family, even though he doesn't like it when I call him that. He's amazingly smart. It kind of surprises me that he knocked on the wall since he's kind of shy and timid. To see this behavior from Michael isn't such a surprise. Michael is Matthew's twin brother and nothing like him. Michael is the ladies' man, the popular one, captain of the football team of 2019. They're like fire and ice, look nothing alike, behave nothing alike and have both an whole other group of friends. Michael is most likely to bully someone, and Matthew to get bullied. Michael will become someone who'll have detention every day, and Matthew will graduate with straight A's. Sometimes I question how they ever lived 9 months in that same stomach. Now that I'm talking about my family, I also have a little sister, Marylou. She's literally the sun in my life and knows always how to make me smile. Tomorrow she'll turn 5. Since she's the only girl and the youngest, she pretty much likes to use that as an excuse. I sometimes spoil her to death, but as long as she doesn't act like a diva I don't think I'm going to stop. She's super helpful and always plays with everyone.

I shrug, walk to my phone and turn the music on again. Yes I turn the volume down, I'm not that bad. I'm Noah. Currently 18 years and 23 days old to be exactly. I actually graduated from school last year. Around the age of 3 I started dancing and later started to take music, voice and acting lessons which let me to some opportunities of a life time. I’ve been dancing at The Next step since I started. I’ve been on A-troupe for a couple years and with them I’ve won internationals 3 times.

If I know what I'm going to do with my life? No, I actually don't know yet. Because of how many times we won internationals, we became pretty popular worldwide. Begin this year we did a tour, chances are that we're going for a part 2, but nothing is certain yet. Because of all the stuff that was going on with that I didn't really look to universities last year and it's paying his bill. I Don't really want to go to university, but I don't know whatever else I should do with my life. One thing I know for sure, I want to do something with my life. Making a difference.

I dress myself and do my hair before my mother pokes her head into my room. "Dinner in 10 minutes," she says. "Okay," I say and turn my attention back to my hair. My hair is just an important part of my body and it needs my full attention, don't judge.

15 minutes later we all sit at the dining table with food in front of us. "And," my mom asks, "who did something fun today." "Tomorrow is my birthday!" Marylou says as nobody reacts on the question my mom just asked. Out the corner of my eye I see Michael freeze for a second. Did he forgot? He's doomed. "So how was learning," my dad teases him, "which subject were you doing? Biology?" I laugh slightly and fist bump my dad at which I receive a potholder thrown to my had from Michael. "Michael!" my mom says a little angry, "we're eating!" "So?" Michael says defensive, "he was doing stupid." "What?" I say confused, "dad made that comment not me!"

"Seriously y'all just stop," Matthew says with his super calm voice, just as usually, "I actually went shopping with my friends." "Oh that's right," my mom says, "it's Sophia's birthday today right!" "Indeed," Matthew says.

And after that it becomes silent. Somewhere my mother tries to tell something about her day, but it stays with that. We've the usual sighs from Marylou when Michael fills his plate for the second time. My mom makes us stay at the table until everyone is finished and unfortunately Michael is a big eater.

"Well that was nice," my mom says sarcastically when Michael finally finished. "Do we have a desert?" Matthew asks. "No," my dad says, "you can eat some yogurt, but you should've eaten more if you're still hungry." Matthew sighs and rolls his eyes. If he had a say we would be eating ice cream every day.

We all help clear the table before disappearing to our rooms. I just arrive in my room as I hear an impatient knock on my door. "Yes," I say and open the door again. "I have a problem," Michael says, he looks terrified. "So first you throw a potholder to me and now you're asking my help?" I ask him, "I like your style." Michael sighs relieved. "I may have forgotten about Marylou's birthday," he says. "I knew it!" I say laughing and walk over to a cupboard in my room. I pull out a tiny little pink box and give it to him. "She'll love it," I say, "trust me." "Thanks dude," Michael says and takes it from me, "I owe you." "You for sure do!" I say raising my eyebrows.