Charlie Dialectical Journal

Michael walked up to the door and knocked tree times. He nervously pulled down his arm sleeve. Charlie answered the door in his pajamas. “I was wondering, you know under the circumstances, if I could crash at you place” Michael asked shifting from one foot to the other. Charlie sighed and opened the door wider to allow his brother to slip past into the apartment.
“I’m going to bed. You can use the couch. I’m sure you will be able to manage until morning without me” Charlie said sounding annoyed. Michael nodded, grateful that his brother even allowed him through the door. He made him bed on the couch using the sheets and blanket he found in the hall closet. He tried to sleep but knowing the fate that awaited him the next day, he was unable

His and Charlie’s tastes were very different. Michael hated reading whereas Charlie loved reading so much he even became an author. Charlie’s books were the only books Michael even read. Michael wasn’t going to lie, his brother wasn’t the next Shakespeare or even as good as J. K. Rowling but Charlie was pretty okay at writing. The reason Michael even read his books, besides the fact that they were brothers, was that Charlie often wrote about things that the two brothers had gone though as kids. The stories weren’t exactly what Michael remembered happening at those times but he figured Charlie had just changed up the story a bit to make it more interesting. Michael picked up one of his brother’s books and memories came flooding

Neither would admit it to the other, but they had both missed this type of thing. They’d have conversations like this all the time when they were back home. Charlie would wake up before Michael every morning. He’d have cheerios and a cup of coffee waiting for his brother every morning. Michal would eventually wake up and walk down stairs, knowing breakfast was ready and that he would get to chat with his brother. This is how it went every single morning until the one morning where it wasn’t. Charlie had gone off to college leaving his older brother at home, working at his dad’s mechanic shop. From then on Michael had to make his own cheerios and