𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒, 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝘀

8. attention

SUNDAYS AT THE hughes household were very chaotic, but also kinda boring sometimes when you didn't get what you want.

every sunday, the hughes family would play games, have a bbq, watch movies or just enjoy family time together. and i was always invited.

"could you tell jack to come down here and eat his food?" ellen asked me. "i made him a plate and i don't want it to go to waste."

"of course."

"thanks, hun."

i gave her a bright smile and headed up the stairs for jack's room. it was closed, so i knocked.

"yo i'm busy!" i heard him yell from the other side of the door. "what? no, someone was just knocking on my door," he added.

i opened it anyway and peeked my head in. he took his eyes off the tv screen and looked at me for a solid second before turning back to the screen with a controller in his hand.

"oh, it's just yn," he mumbled into the microphone on his headset.

i closed the door behind me and sat next to him on the edge of the bed.

"ooo tell her i said hi," trevor's voice spoke through the microphone.

"trev says hi," jack told me while still keeping his eyes on the game.

i smiled. "your mom wants you downstairs."

"what? why? i'm in the middle of something right now."

"she made you food and doesn't want it to go to waste, jack."

"well, tell her it can wait- bro that was my last round of amo, you're so dead trev!"

"jack, i really think—"

"not now, yn."

i stayed silent for a minute before speaking up again.

"you've been up here for a while you know..."

he scoffed. "yeah and i'm busy. i don't have time for other things."

i looked at him. his eyes were glued to the game on the tv. he didn't pay attention to anything else.

"not even me?" i questioned.

"don't be ridiculous, yn. you know i always spend time with you— yo, trev that was not cool!"

i looked at him then at the game then back at him. i quietly stood up and walked to the door, shutting it behind me. i could still hear him talking behind the door.

"no, she's just being dramatic," jack spoke.

my heart sank.

as i walked downstairs, i noticed that everyone else was outside, so i decided to say hi.

"what's good, ynnn," quinn said as he saw me, dapping me up.

"not much."

he raised an eyebrow. "okay, what's wrong."

i faked a smile. "it doesn't matter."

he set his beer down and looked at me, crossing his arms. "don't make me throw you in the pool to get an answer out of you."

i sighed. "i don't want this to sound bratty and conceited."

"go on."

"jack isn't giving me any attention. he's been playing stupid video games ever since i got here and he's telling trevor i'm dramatic. i don't know what to do."

"oh. well, i'm sorry about that. he's kinda been a pain in the ass lately, so i get it," he began. "i'll tell you what. why don't we have a little fun?"