#IAMSORRY : A Shia LaBeouf FanFic

#struggle

"Can you please stop giving me shit and just pass me the got damn chips?!?"

"I hope you get diabetes..." I cursed under my breath as I gave my brother the bag of Doritos. He snatched it out of my hand and waved me off, laughing his ass off at a guy for getting his leg broken by skating.

I returned to the kitchen, preparing dinner for tonight since my mother doesn't get off of work until midnight.

It kind of sucks that I have to be the one who does chores around here while my brother, Mark, plays video games all day then becomes a man-whore at night and sneaks out when my mom falls asleep. I wouldn't really blame him to be honest.

Ever since our dad left us when he was 13 and I was 10, he went into deep depression and started hanging out more with his friends and most times coming in late until dawn, so my mom would find him in his bed before she left for work.

For myself however, the result of my dad leaving was basically vice versa. It motivated me to do better in school, play for my school's tennis team, and even got myself a job at Sonics, just so I wouldn't be living in the "ghetto" when I move out .

My phone buzzed, making me lose my train of thoughts. Ugh, just who I wanted to talk to.

Me: What don't you get about 'Never callin' my phone again', Tony? LEAVE ME ALONE!

Tony: I'm not callin' u, I'm texting u. Plz let me explain myself. its been 2 weeks! How can u break up with me w/out hearing what I gotta say? Can we meet up somewhere?

Me: You're a low life asshole that I don't need in my life right now, and I have more things to worry about. None of your excuses will ever wash away what I saw with you nd her. Goodbye.

I set down my phone, not bothering if he replied or not and went on back to cooking. Just as I started chopping the onions for tacos, the home-phone rang.

"Mark, answer the phone!"

"I'm busy!"

I groaned and hurriedly picked up the phone to find the manager of the apartment left a voicemail.

"Hello the Ms. Jones, your rent payment is overdue for about a month now and I'm going to be sending another copy of the payment. However if you don't pay for the rent by the end of this week, I will have the court get involved. Thank you and have a nice day."

"Have a nice day my ass..."

I sat down on the couch and put my head in my hands.
By the time mom came home, I finished cooking dinner and wiped off the counters.

"Hey, Sweetheart. Mmm, that smells delicious. "

"Thanks. Go help yourself, I'm going to sleep. Goodnight ma."

"Goodnight sweety."