Chapter 6

The incessant pounding of the door roused Julian up from bed the next day. It was a Saturday and he wanted nothing more to do than to sleep till noon. Grumbling in anger, he ignored the knocks and placed the bed covers over his head. The knocking didn't stop. It became louder. Julian tossed the covers away from his head away, got up swiftly from the bed and walked out of the room.

'I guess the universe keeps devising new methods to provoke me." He grumbled as he stomped down the stairs.

He reached the door to his living room and opened it to find Randal at the other side folding his arms. And Randal did not look happy at all.

'Randal?" Julian scratched his head in confusion.

'No, it's Don Quixotte." Randal muttered dryly. 'Of course, it's me. Julian, what's wrong with you?"

'What do you mean?" Julian frowned.