Most nights end like this

Sunday night

The watch ticks a faint sound every second. Reese sits there watching it, his other hand throwing and catching the ball. 'Is it time yet?' 'It's 01:45,' 'Oh quater to, fifteen minutes,' Malcolm nervously waited. 'Say it like a normal person dork,' Reese told him.

Reese sat there in silence, waiting for his brother to go. The moonlight shined onto the floor, creating a pathway. Malcolm smiled to himself, imaging his time with Lindsay, 'Reese I think I might be able to sleep with her finally, like how Franics told us,' Reese, looking for any reason not to hear about his little brother being more adjusted than him retorted, 'Francis is home soon  I think he's bringing Piama too,' 'at least mom won't be angry at only us,' Malcolm laughed. Reese laughed back, not fully fully there.

Stuck in a trap of his own making he knew that nothing could ever be the same as it was. Before he was an outcast, but he always thought that he'd get older, get a wife and everything would fall into place. But no. It was taken. His idea of what should be done taken by his brain. He was set up for failure. Knowing he could never be himself he just got by day to day, wishing for soemthing to change. Knowing that he was stuck being a loser, he just wanted to drink more.

'Reese, is it time yet,' it's 01:55,' 'five too,' Malcolm said nervously. Having a hard enough time to read a clock, Reese was already annoyed; Malcolm trying to act smart and renaming the time into genuis talk pushed him further into another on of his outbursts. 'Shut the fuck up,' just came out of nowhere, Malcolm looked at him, 'Geez, your always an asshole,'

'How does my hair look?' Malcolm fretted, 'looks the same it always does,' Reese honestly replied, 'what's that supposed to mean?' Malcolm challenged. 'What?' 'What do you mean my hair is the same as always, is that good or bad?' Malcolm's voice becoming whiney. Reese, tired of Malcolm acting so nervous replied, 'Your hair looks fine, you sound like mom when she gets a haircut,' 'Too Farr Reese,' Malcolm said, nit wanting to be compared to his mom.

'Is it time?' Reese peered down at the watch, '02:01.' Malcolm opens the door, it's creaks muffled by fake snoring by Reese. Malcolm gave him a smile, slipping out.
Silence filled the room. Deweys shallow and quiet  breaths barely making any noise. Feeling around under his bed Reese looks for something to drink. Comics, toys, something with fur, and what he hoped was Jamie's raisins. Finally he got the drink.

Cracking it open under his covers he locks his lips onto it like the first feed of a newborn, he'd been craving it all day. All day he'd been suffering at the bombardment of torturous thoughts, reminding him of his failure. Sitting on his bed, tired but not wanting to sleep he stared up at the ceiling.

Reese was back in his world. Laughing with him were friends, ones who paid attention to him. Sitting besides him was a boy. Reese laid down, putting his beer aside. The boy smiled at him, they were both hanging out by a table. The boy led him away from the group. His smiles spread into the real world, Reese laid back, his brain barely aligned with reality anymore. The boys teeth sparkled at Reese. His arms grasped around him, guiding him round the back. The stoners were nowhere to be found. Reese now out for control of his fantasy, scared and happy in anticipation. The boy tells him to look out, 'It's clear,' Reese replies. The boy grabs onto him, going for his face, kissing it.

Reese opens his eyes, sitting up. Feeling impure and ashamed he takes another beer from under his bed, swinging it back in a gulp. His hands wrap around his legs, cradling him. At that moment, he wished more than he ever had before for soemone else's life.