A Series Of (Not So) Unfortunate Events

awkward

The ride home, from what you remember, was very awkward and seems like you and Dwayne weren't talking anymore. At least that's what you thought. He hadn't said anything to you since yesterday when you were locked in the bathroom.

Dwayne had also started to sit next to you in between stops. Like at a gas station or when eating at a restaurant along side the road. You didn't mind it but it did seem werid considering how it was between you two now.

Every interaction you two had was stiff and awkward like you two had just met each other. You hated it. You wished everything could just go back to normal, you wished you hadn't said anything. But your dumb brain made you think you should have said something, so you did, and now your here. Just great.

Getting back in the car, after stopping to go to bathroom, you head in the back of the yellow bus taking your seat. You expected frank to sit beside you like he had been but instead you look to your right and see dwayne take his seat next to you. You were dumbfounded. Why was he sitting next to you he hadn't been for the past day or so. So why now?

You didn't want to ask him why he had decided to sit next to you, but instead rested your head on the window next to you closing your eyes hoping no one would bother you.

After another long day of driving you and the Hoovers had finally arrived back to their house. Grabbing your things you start to leave making your way back to where you lived. That's until Sheryl asks if you'd like stay for dinner.

You think for a moment before politely declining saying that you better check in with your parents before they get too worried about where you were. That was a lie, you didn't even know if your parents were even home. And if they were you weren't sure if they'd even have the time to take out of their day to acknowledge you. Sheryl nods in understanding before the rest of the family says their goodbyes to you.

The walk home went by rather quick. The hot summer air that filled the night hitting your face as you unlocked your front door. Pushing it open you call out. "Mom?Dad?" No response. You figured they were either at work or doing work in their studies.

You let out a sigh flopping onto your bed dropping your luggage in the process. You close your eyes exhausted from the events of the days you just previously experienced.

You lay there for a moment not a thought in your mind. Getting board of laying down after a couple of minutes you get up going to your radio and turning it on listening as the music filled your small room.

Throwing all the clothes from the trip into your dirty laundry basket you stand there for a moment. Tears start to well up in your eyes. Quickly wiping them away when they spill from your eyelids onto your cheeks it all finally hits you.

You just lost your best friend all because you couldn't keep your mouth shut. You cry for a little bit bit longer curling up in ball on the floor, it's silent.

What do you do now? You essentially have no one. Your sure that Dwayne hates you, and you can't just hang out at his house anymore. That'd be weird. You don't know what to do.

But crying on the floor isn't going to help any. You get up off the floor picking out some night clothes to get ready for bed. You brush your teeth and wash your face. Walking back into your room you throw your dirty clothes somewhere not caring where they went, you just wanted them out of the way. Crawling into bed you drift off into sleep your thoughts racing.