Witt Parkinson

Long Story Short

Long Story Short today went better then i expected...untill it was time for the bus ride home.

I met up with Charlie boarding the bus and found her seat.

"Hey charlie!"

"Hey witt whats up?"

"I Wanted to ask when is 'Forest Jam' ?"

"If im sure i think its on the 15"

"Oh ok, i wanted too know so i...can tell my mother ahead of time"

"Forsure"

On the bus ride home charlie decided to show me a few songs.

"Have you heard of this band Called Circa Survive?"

"No i havent but iv seen Their album though, one with a blimp on it?"

"Yea! Thats it, called 'on Letting go' , has too be the best album in my opinion"

"Well...i don't have a music player.."

This is embarrassing

"Here you can borrow my ipod.., and tell me what you think on monday"

"Thanks charlie.."

As the bus slowed down it was time for my stop, i made my way off the steps and looked at charlie wave too me as i walk inside my house knowing. I made a friend.

I open the door... taking a breath and prepare too face the oh so long night with him...

"Mom?"

"Hey baby! Im in the kitchen"

"Oh hey, making dinner?"

"No i had work today, we're ordering takeout"

"Ok, get the usual"

"Alright baby"

"Where....is he"

"I dont know... he left during the afternoon while you were at school and i never seen him since"

" i dont know why you.."

And in that moment my mom paused.. took a breath, stared down at the counter, she closed her eyes... and i knew i should have never said that.

"Witt..."

"Im Sorry..."

F*** why did i say that

She opened her eyes and pretended nothing was wrong.

"Want too Order a Movie?"

"No i actually want to create a new diagram"

"Ok hun, ill be down here"

After i went too my room the exhaust hit me like bricks, and i knocked out.