Aren couldn't remember what happened with the rest of the night. Aren didn't remember falling asleep. One moment, he just got home, and the next, it was daytime.
That was when his sister burst through the door.
"AREN CROSS!" she yelled. "Not even the first day of college and you returned late!"
He blinked at her, hair a mess as his eyes weren't even fully focused yet.
"…What?"
His father entered a few minutes afterwards, trying to calm Anna down. "Look Anna, he's a growing boy, why don't you cut him some slack—"
"No!" Anna replied. "Who knows how many wicked women are out there are trying to trick brother!"
Aren stared.
"Wicked—?"
"I won't allow it!"
Ugh…this is going to be a long morning.
***
Anna still glared at him from across the table as if expecting him to confess his crimes.
Their father poured a cup of coffee quietly.
"So," he said mildly, "you were out late."
"I was looking at housing near the college."
That made both of them pause.
