Little Lynch

Who Cares?

We arrived at the airport without talking. I climbed slowly out of the car and I moped behind him.

"Hurry up!" he called, but I didn't make any effort to. I walked with my head down, following where Riker's feet were going. We made it to my parents' terminal and Riker sat down to wait. I tried to find a seat as far away from him as possible but apparently 8:00 on Sunday nights was a popular time to be flying in from New York so I had to sit next to him.

"Look, I have no idea why you're so mad at me, okay? I'm trying my best but sometimes you need to remember that I'm just a kid, too," Riker told me.

"No, you're 24. You're an adult." He sighed.

"I guess you're right, but that doesn't mean I'm in any place to be taking care of a 10 year old! I'm just, I don't know. I want you to get it. Hopefully it'll get easier once mom and dad arrive." I just slumped down in my seat. It wasn't going to get any easier, it never does. I hate school life and I hate home life, and that wasn't going to change. We waited a while.

"I'm going to go check the board, see if their plane's delayed. Wanna come? I miss my happy girl." I shook my head. "C'mon, I miss you!"

"Well who's damn fault is that, alright?! If you were freaking around maybe once or twice, maybe you wouldn't miss me, maybe I'd trust you enough to tell you the crap that's happening! I wish you had time for me, because I miss you too," I exploded.

"I-I didn't--" Riker started.

"No, shut up. Go check like you said. I'm not going anywhere." Riker left. I waited around for about 15 minuets. How long did it take to check the time a plane was coming? But who cares, right? Not him! So I sat back down after I realised I was standing and slumped down again, taking my i-Pod out to check Instagram. Same old, same old. Dumb fans following me because they loved my brothers, which I wasn't. Dumb haters commenting on all my pictures. And no one sticking up for me. Because, again, who cares?

About 10 minutes later, a figure walked up to his seat and sat down.  I didn't bother looking up.

"I love you, Rosannah. I really do. And you can tell me anything. Something between us has changed, the fact that you're growing up and I'm not around as much. But things change and there's nothing you can do about it. You learn to deal, in a way that doesn't hurt you or others around you. But for some reason, you can't seem to figure that out. There's another way." Genuine and heartfelt. Sure. He didn't care; no one did. I wanted a normal life without fans, haters, and fame. I wanted it to go away but it wasn't. So something else had to go. And that something was me.