When We Were Younger | Book 1

Why Do I Care?

Tom:
It's currently 11pm and I'm driving back home. Bill is sitting next to me in the passenger seat.
I'm glad this evening is finally over and I can't wait to be home again.
"Tom?" Bill pauses. "Why were you acting so weird?"

"Did you really like that guy? He was annoying me all night. Such a show off! Like he is perfect or something."
"You're overreacting Tom, he was nice." Bill defends Marco.
"Whatever." Is all I say and I turn the music up to make it clear I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

We are finally home and I let myself fall onto the couch. I turn on the TV and keep zapping.
"Stop zapping!" Bill says annoyed.
"There is nothing on this fucking TV!" I say and I throw the zapper on the table.
A deep sigh leaves Bills mouth and he takes the zapper from the table. After zapping a little he puts on a movie.

I nervously move back and forward, I just can't keep myself still.
My thoughts are with Sophie. How can she be with a guy like that!? Such a jerk!
He sends off bad vibes, I can't explain but I just know this guy is bad news.
And usually my first impression of people is right.

Bill on the other hand, is not that good at seeing people as they really are. He's a little naive, you could even say. Always sees the best in people.
"I go to bed." I say and stand up from the couch.

"Goodnight." Bill says while I'm already leaving the room and taking the stairs to get to my room.
I enter my room and close the door behind me.

We usually don't sleep here and my room is pretty much the same as how I left it when we moved to LA.
I took the posters down and put some stuff in a box, but other than that, it's exactly as when I was 16 or something.

We are looking for a house here. Although, I'm not sure if we can live here, but it would be nice to have a place here just in case.
We will probably spend more time in LA anyway.

I can't seem to fall asleep.
I just have this weird feeling that I can't get rid of. I can't even discribe what it feels like. It's just this weird unpleasant feeling.
All I can think about is Sophie. And her jerk of a boyfriend.
But why do I care so much about who she is with?
Why is it messing with my head so badly?