Why was my dad so rude

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(A/n:This one is kinda the same as the who was on the phone one  because I thought that one didn't save because when I saw the chapters it wasn't there so like that was wired.I just took a long time writing this one so I'm not writing a new chapter just pretend the who was on the phone one didn't exist because this one is kinda better )

Bryce POV:
I got inside the house and went straight into the kitchen. I was greeted by mom. I was really tired so my mom could tell something was wrong she said hunny you okay you look drowsy. I answered yeah I'm just tired. Okay hunny well you go and have a rest and I'll wake you when dinner is ready I only slept for an hour because I couldn't sleep because all I was thinking about was y/n I threw my ball on the wall and catcher it.

Then I heard my dad yelling and mom was yelling I literally rolled my eyes because I don't know why they are fighting so much. I sighed and got up and washed my face and dried and washed my hands as well because it was close to dinner time. When I got downstairs my dad called me to came in the kitchen I was curious on why he wanted me. I rubbed my eyes and said yeah. Can you throw these eggs out. I then was confused. Huh?

These eggs Julie bought over. I looked at my mom she looked upset. I asked Bryce just listen to me for goodness sake I said okay I'm sorry jeez. I looked at Julies house to make sure she wasn't looking. I felt really bad. I know I should not say this but my dad is so mean and rude. I wonder why he looks down at people who have not that much money. Then I saw
y/n look at me out the window. I smiled and waved at her. She did the same. I hope she didnt see me throw the eggs in the bin because I don't want Julie to know because then I feel bad.

As I got close to the door I heard my mom and dad arguing. My mom said for goodness sake Steve why would you throw the eggs away the bakers give it to us as a present my dad then said but you have seen their yard it's a mess. My mom said you know they have less money then we have and you are always looking down at people who are less fortunate it really isn't a good reputation to have. Then my dad just stood their silently.

Dinner was really quiet. To break the silence my sister then said Bryce want do you think of the new girl that has moved in from across the street from us and she smirked. She alright haven't really talked to her. My mom then said oh my god! I then stuttered nervously w-what? (Bill denbrough who) she said I forgot to call them over for dinner. I sighed in relief. She then went to the phone and was like hey is this y/n mom well my name is patsy loski Bryce loski mom. Oh well that's good I wondering if you you and your daughter would like to dinner with us tomorrow. Okay well thats okay thanks.

I just invited y/n and her mom over for dinner. I then remembered she was going to help me get better at art. I said I'm just gonna go and do some homework. My mom goes okay. Make sure you go to bed on time okay? Okay I answered.

I then sat on my desk thinking about how to talk to her and ask her if we are still going to be doing the art session. I then thought of a good idea. Because she's probably going to sleeping right now because of her getting use to the different time zones (a/n: I'm British so I don't know if America has different time zones) so then I thought of a good idea. I wrote on a paper are we still going to help me get better at art? The reason why I needed her help is so that I could get a good grade in art. Now I'm not using her because I would never do that to y/n because she's a very nice friend. She's one of my best friends.

I then put the note in my bag. It's not that I'm scared to talk to her it's that I'm very nervous to I don't know. The way I feel about y/n I have never felt towards anyone in my whole entire like. It's a really wired feeling if I'm being honest with.

I then looked at the clock it's 10:57 omg I should get to sleep because it's getting late. I then slowly drifted off to sleep.

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