The Life Of Aaron Prescott

[26] Brown Box

The Life Of Aaron Prescott
Journal Entry Twenty-Six; February 23rd

I remembered something today.

Around two years ago on my birthday, I remember Walter hadn't drank that day. He was sober the whole day. He played catch with me, took me shopping for new baseball gloves even though he couldn't afford it. But it didn't matter because for one day I had my father back. Even if it was just one day.

I think he was trying to go cold turkey, and that definitely didn't work out for him since the next day he was the same he had always been for most of my childhood.

But even for one day, I was six again.

TW for this chapter, more so after the [***]

A A R O N

Christmas break was officially over today. It's been a nice two weeks without the trouble of ball and having to go to school but we'll be having our first semester exams soon so I'll be needing to get my head back on straight.

Since Ryan is trying his best to go cold turkey, I've decided to help him study for exams to distract him from any alcohol cravings.

That wouldn't be for another couple days yet, right now I was shoving on a hoodie before I would have to go into The Perez's hectic kitchen. After any long break, everything would be out of order here since Arya would be out with friends, Ryan would be probably hooking up with someone and Michel would be up till four AM playing whatever new game he had.

I could already hear Arya yelling at Michel in Portuguese for stealing her toothbrush, or maybe her hairbrush. I've picked up on a couple of phrases practically living with Ryan over the years, but my Portuguese was not good enough for me to make out whole sentences.

Ryan was blocking out his siblings with an air pod in one ear. I took a seat beside him, taking the other air pod left on the counter and placing it into my ear as Arctic Monkeys '505' played.

Ryan shoves a box of cereal and a jug of milk my way without a word. I nod at him, placing the cereal and milk into the bowl in front of me.

"Okay!" Emilia shouts from the stairs. She's dressed in a suite, her hair pinned into a messy bun as her black heels click down the stairs. "That's enough for you two. Arya, get ready for school. Michel, you are not sick, don't even try that shit on me." Emilia looks over at us. "Ryan, your father is off today so you can take his car if you'd like."

Ryan smiles, nudging me. "Wanna drive, Prescott?"

"Nah," I waved him off. "I don't have my license on me anyways."

Ryan feigns a gasp, "what a shame, such a shame... but that does mean I can drive the car so." I push Ryan's face away with my hand, smiling down at my cereal.

My thoughts begin to wander back to my journal and my thoughts on writing a new entry. I haven't written The Life of Aaron Prescott for a year now, I kinda miss being able to place my feelings and what I like down on paper since I've never been able to communicate with others about it. Sure, I could talk to Ryan but he has always had a lot going on in his life between his parents, music and own mental issues. That journal didn't have any other feelings but mine. It was nice to have something that was finally mine that Walter could never take away from me.

"Aaron," Ryan waves a hand in my face. "I think I lost you there for a minute."

I blink, shaking my head as I force a smile on my face. "Sorry, different world. What's up?"

"Just wondering what you were doing after school today," Ryan says. "I'm pretty sure Jordan has a game and I wanted to ask you guys if you wanted to go."