wait// joshler

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mom hasn't left the house in days...

it's freaking me out, she keeps making conversation, but the conversation is going nowhere. 

"your favorite color."

"pink."

"i thought it was blue? it's been blue your whole life.. why- is..."

she looks like she's about to cry. 

"it is, it is," i interrupt quickly.

"your favorite ice cream."

"blueberry disaster."

"oh... i thought it was creamy caramel?"

that's yours.

"oh yes, blueberry disaster is second."

lies lies lies... dirty lies. 

"and your favorite tv show."

"i don't know."

"how do you not know your own favorite tv show?"

the air is thick, like you could cut it with a knife. like i can physically see the tension, the wall, mom has created between us. 

"i don't watch tv too often. just with dad when he watches football sometimes."

i don't want to share any of my interests with you. 

there is a knock on the front door, i hear the sound of keys through it and in steps dad.

"tyler i thought we could-."

he sees mom, they lock eyes, and then mom rolls away, muttering, "bastard."

everyone hears it and she's not trying to be secretive.

"i thought we could have lunch."

he's not defending her anymore. she's not as loving toward him, even though she's mostly cold. 

he doesn't even acknowledge her, except the second he was quiet when he saw her. 

"where?" i ask, grabbing my coat. 

"anywhere you want."

neither of us acknowledge her. neither of us ask her to join. 

and she doesn't barge. 

a/n: beep boop

in case you haven't noticed rosie's three

i feel old :|