The Mistake Of Trusting

Wonders

"Jaylee!" My dad yelled. I practically jumped out of bed and slid on a pair of sweatpants. This is not how I want to start my morning.
Fearing my dad's temper, I hurried down the stairs and met my dad in the kitchen.
"I'm here, I'm here!" I announced, surveying the room for any potential hazards.
I wish I had my glasses on, maybe I could see who/what's in the room.
"Your friend is here." My dad simply put.
"Dad, I didn't put my contacts in, and I obviously don't have my glasses on! What?" I asked, trying to focus my vision. After rubbing my eyes, things became a bit clearer.
Drew is standing next to my dad.
In my kitchen.
In my house.
"Hi." Drew innocently smiled.
"What's he doing here?" I panicked.
My dad glanced over at Drew then shrugged.
"He stopped by this morning, so I invited him in and we've been talking for about an hour. He speaks very highly of you. I approve." My dad explained. My jaw dropped.
"How do you know where I live?" I pointed at Drew.
"Matthew." Drew simply answered with a smirk.
My dad tossed his head back, laughed, then took a drink of whatever he had in his hand.
"What?" I asked, quite annoyed.
"Why are you freaking out?" My dad asked, obviously amused.
"Well, I'm glad I'm so amusing!" I raised an eyebrow. "But hmmm, I wonder."
"This is the first time you and I have spoken," he took another sip. "in weeks. So I'm not complaining." Another sip. "So go! Go on! Go hang out! You finally have a friend, I'm not going to get in the way of that!" My dad hiccuped at the end. This is so embarrassing.
"Okay..." I nodded, then Drew walked towards me.
"Let's go." He whispered, sending shivers down my spine. I nodded again and proceeded to lead him to my recently-clean room. "Nice place." Drew laughs, shoving his hands into his jacket's pockets.
"Something like that." I chuckled as I sat on the edge of my bed to watch Drew evaluate my room.
"It's kind of bland though," he seriously stated. "Don't you think?"
I looked around my room before answering.
"I guess so, but I'm not exactly an interesting person anyway." I sad.
Drew's eyes widened in disbelief.
"I'm so not buying that." He scoffed.
"I don't really have a mom anymore; she left us to rot. My sister killed herself, and I'm sitting through life without anything to live fore." I sadly explained.
"Just because people leave, doesn't mean they take your wonders with them." He softly spoke.
"I never had 'wonders' to begin with."
"I don't believe that for a spilt second." Drew said as he picks up a necklace off of my dresser.
"Well," I sighed. "I think you should."
Still holding my necklace, Drew quickly spun around to face me.
"Who were you before the sadness took over?" He demanded.
"I wanted to be like my sister. She was cool and everyone loved her." I admitted.
"How so?" Drew set the necklace back down then picked something else up.
"She listened to cool music-"
"So do you."
"She was beautiful-"
"So are you."
"She was misunderstood-"
"So are you."
"She fell in love-"
"And so will you."
"She was her own person. She let go of every trouble and did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted." I listed.
"And?" Drew asked.
"I just... Want to be like her."
Drew came to sit next to me, his eyes asking so many questions I'd never have time to answer.
"Now why would you want to waste a life of potential on trying to be someone else who isn't around to see it happen?"
I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed, "why are you right?"
He rested his head on top of mine.
"Because I understand you."
"Thanks for that." I only partially- joked.
"It's gonna be okay, you know? This... This emptiness, this pain you're feeling now, won't last forever."
"You say that." I sighed.
"I say it because I mean it. Everything you feel now will eventually change. You'll grow up, get a job, fall in love-"
"I don't want to do that. I'm turning fifteen in March, and I'm scared to death."
"You're only fourteen?" Drew asked.
"Uh, I just implied that. How old are you?"
"I turned sixteen back in October." He answered, his head still on mine.
"Matthew doesn't celebrate his birthday." I blurted.
"None of us do. We're trying to forget out ages so we can live forever."
"Should I forget my age?" I looked up at him.
He opened his mouth to say some thing, but stopped. Then he opened his mouth again to say something.
"I think you already have."

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[A/N]
Thank you so much for reading! This was a really weird chapter, but I felt like it was necessary. PS-
I may or may not be starting a bvb fic soon.