𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐂.𝐋

𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

3rd ツ

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the morning after the last football game of charles last year was as bad as he suspected. his head ached, and at breakfast he listened to the many words from his enraged father.

"an-and don't even get me started on how you played. shying away from every sack. w-what kind of player do i have?"

charles kept his cool and he shut his eyes as he continued eat his breakfast, sometimes sneaking looks to his brother and sending a smile as he very obviously ignored his dad.

"are you listening? d'ya think this is a joke?"

"let's just have a nice breakfast." charles' eyes averted to his mother just as his fathers did, and he stared down his wife for a minute before finally giving in.

"y- alright fine. it's a lost cause anyways."

charles has heard that before so thankfully it wasn't as effective now. though being reminded still added some sort of feel to his own name, to himself. now, he felt a little more worthless as a person than yesterday.

for a few minutes it was peacefully quiet. except from the sounds of chewing and the scraping on the plates, it was silent.

charles fixed the headphones that hung around his neck and he took deep breaths as he ate, calming down.

"you did no justice to the deluca's. playing like shit for your old friend ollie and then breaking his sisters camera out there last night-"

"james-"

pausing as he chewed, charles grew red as he dropped his fork down, ignoring the protest from his mom. he backed up in his chair, taking his plate as he placed his headphones back on, leaving the table.

he wiped his hands on his plaid pajamas, swallowing the lump in his throat as he walked upstairs, ignoring the calls from his parents.

"so stupid." he uttered, shutting his door firmly and locking it before raising the volume, sitting on his bed and eating his breakfast alone there.

charles wondered if it was football that ruined his life or his own father, or both. he'd like to go back to a time where he didn't have to go to any extent to prove he was worthy of being his son, and he braved his younger brother for that.

now thinking of the camera incident, charles shut his eyes in both embarrassment and regret. his hands were still bruised from the fight, his eye was still black and the cuts were still fresh and present.

.  .  .

meanwhile at the deluca's, the family was in the middle of eating their creepily quiet breakfast cooked by harley's mom, who still wasn't fond of speaking.

harley's eyes were red, she was still angry and most of all bummed. if it weren't for charles she'd be at the pharmacy right now.

she stared down at her plate, slowly picking around the food, and slowly eating. her frown was apparent and so was the look of disappointment across her face, in which both of her parents studied.

"listen," her father spoke up, reaching his hand out to give as most support as he could right now. "i'm sure we can get you another one like that." he tilted his head as he spoke softly, and carefully.

"don't worry." harley assured, glancing from him to her plate various times. "it's okay." her voice cracked a little as she spoke, giving her dad and mom a look of assurance in which they barely bought.

harley never ended up eating her food. she left it there like usual and allowed her dad seconds, which he usually never had.

her room was cold, the window was left open and still today in the broad daylight under all of the clouds it rained.

when she realized her books by her window were getting soaked, her eyes widened, and she rushed to close the window. "shoot."

there were many things harley did in her free time but speaking honestly all of those seemed pointless now. as if there wasn't any reason to do them anymore.

usually on saturdays she ate breakfast, laid in bed with the radio on, went to get takeout with her dad, and went to sleep.

sunday was the same only without takeout. it's easy to imagine how boring this can get but harley never did get bored, most of the time she was fast asleep, waking up just to want to sleep even more.

harley was never really even a fan of sleeping before, she very much believed it was a way to waste her day, and lose it just like that. though now, that's all she wanted. so sleep was perfect.

her eyes slowly shut and she laid there for a minute, waiting for the glorious moment she'd fall asleep, and for a minute there she almost did.

when thinking too much at night, or whenever really, the hardest thing to do is sleep. now harley replayed the moments from last night in her mind, wincing every few seconds from embarrassment and she stirred in her bed, groaning in annoyance.

tossing, and turning, she vividly replayed the moment her famed smashed, and she sighed, shutting her eyes even tighter until she decided to sit up, and give up.

now that she couldn't sleep, she was almost bored. almost, until the pile of half developed pictures on her nightstand grabbed her attention, bothering her even more as she grabbed onto them all.

charles lennon was in one picture, and she hadn't even taken it. the fact that ronnie thought it was such a big deal was annoying. in this picture charles' hair was a lot shorter, combed a lot more and he smiled, which was something harley wasn't used to. it was dark, and he stood by a group of other boys, all who were players last year.

"so stupid." harley uttered, taking her hands and ripping the picture in half, cutting charles' face in half just as he deserved.

that was the first satisfying sight in a while, that and the street name behind charles' head that she seemed to miss a few times.

frost street was something harley now remember her brother always talking about, and now that she says he had been there within the last few days of his life, she let out a small breath of relief. not everything was gone.

harley had never been to frost street. it was said to contain the hottest make out spot in town, but who cares about that? harley decided she would be going for her brother. if not the pharmacy, then this. almost immediately she ditched the pajamas, changing into something reasonable and as leaving her room.

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