Only You

Chapter Eight

Hello everyone! I know you hate me for not updating so soon! Just so you know, I don’t really have set days when I will update because I work all the effing time! i DON’T WORK TODAY THOUGH!

Anyway, it’s really nice outside where I live, so if it’s warm outside, do something for a little while.

Steal some ice cream.

Walk a dog.

Wash an old person.

Anyway, chapter eight!

Chapter Eight

Ally

Tyler was pacing around the waiting room nervously. Every few seconds he would stop and look at the door, as if dad was going to walk through and say this all was a joke. Unfortunately, this was just our lives. I watched as Tyler took deep breaths and balled up in hands every now and then, wondering what was going through his mind.

I shifted myself in the uncomfortable mustard yellow seats, thinking of something to say. I would be a fool if I were to ask what’s wrong, because more than likely the answer is that my dad is getting worse.

This felt like the time we first found out. Tyler was doing the same exact thing, I was shifting around in these stupid seats, Adam was trying to calm Tyler down, and Ryder was sitting right next to me.

Clearly, things have changed.

Just thinking about Ryder gave me a headache. Maybe I was a little dramatic with him. He was just being his usual dick headed self, but something about tonight was off and I didn’t feel like dealing with his issues. If he had a problem, he needed to talk to me, not bash me in front of everyone.

The sad thing was, I needed Ryder. Isn’t that sick? He was the only person that could comfort me in a time like this, no matter how bad it is. Not Adam or Tyler, or even my dad, it was Ryder. How am I supposed to calm down when he was shitting bricks earlier?

Adam was leaning over in the chair with his head in his hands and his elbows awkwardly moving on his knees. I looked at Adam as he watched every move that Tyler did, making sure Tyler wasn’t going to explode in a second.

It was weird.

Sure, it was good friendship and all that shit, but the way he watched him like he was the only person in the room, told me more.

Or maybe I’m just making things up in my head like a lonely person would do.

In my defense, no guy that I know acts the way that they do.

I can’t worry about them right now, I need to focus on my dad.

And then somehow my mind jumped back to Ryder.

Ugh, I just wanted to hit something, him preferably. Why did I even need him around? Isn’t it a fair guess to assume that he isn’t going to come around? We chose what we wanted, and this was it.

And to top it all off, he never even said what was bothering him.

“Uh, Ally.” I heard Adam whisper. I turned my head toward him and gave him a weird look. What did he want now? I was not going to let him prop his feet on my lap again, they were too big and it was uncomfortable.

I looked up and followed his gaze, and colored me shock, Ryder was standing there.

Well, shit.

“You should go talk to him.’ Adam suggested, nudging my knee with his own. I sighed dramatically and thought about my options. Would Ryder just leave if I chose to ignore him? Don’t I get to be all angry and hell bent?