(Schyler's pov)
"Oh my god! Uncle Wayne is that you!" I ask.
"In the flesh." He said. I pulled him into a big hug.
"How are you?" He asked.
"I'm great! How are the kids?"
"Brock is a senior in high school and in 3 years so will Dani Jo." He said.
"Can I see a picture of them?" I ask.
"Why see a picture when all you have to do is turn around." Uncle Wayne said. I turned around and seen my youngest cousins.
"Oh my god! Y'all have grown so much!" I squealed.
"You look beautiful Schy." Brock said.
"Awwe thanks. You don't look half bad yourself." I said.
"You hear about Big Papa?" Uncle Wayne asked.
"No, is he okay?" I ask.
"Sweetie, he passed last year."
"Oh my gosh. I'm sorry." I said. Big Papa was one of my favorite people.
"It's okay." Uncle Wayne said.
"What's this I hear about someone's birthday tomorrow?" Vivian asked when she walked up to us.
"Who told you?" I ask.
"Tony."
"TONY I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU IN YOUR GOD DAMN SLEEP!" I yelled.
"Well that's not nice!" Dani Jo said.
"Y'all know I don't celebrate my birthday."
"But you're gonna be 21." Uncle Wayne said.
"And?"
"It's a big deal." He said.
"Not for me. Hell I didn't even celebrate my 16th birthday."
"Why?" Vivian asked.
"Stuff I don't like talking about." I said.
"Hey if it's what I think it is, that was 6 years ago." Uncle Wayne said.
"And? It doesn't mean that it didn't happen."
"What happened?" Vic asked.
"When did you get here?" I ask.
"That doesn't matter. What happened 6 years ago?" He asked.
"My friend Katie took her life on my birthday 6 years ago. She left a note telling me that she was sorry but she couldn't handle the pain any longer." I said.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." Vic said.
"It's fine. That's not the only reason I don't celebrate it, but you were there to hear the other reason." I said.
"I'm so sorry sweetie. But I'm gonna make it up to you." Vivian said.
"No you don't have to. I plan on spending the day working on some things." I said.
"Ohh are you gonna work on new tattoo designs? I need a new one." Uncle Wayne asked.
"You're a tattoo artist?" Austin asked.
"Maybe."
"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked.
"Cause I don't talk about it."
"Why not! You're the best tattoo artist I've ever had! And you know how many I've been through!" Uncle Wayne said.
"Can I see some?" Austin asked. Uncle Wayne pulled up his sleeves to show off some of the tattoos I did.
