September 16
Dear journal,
I guess this is my first entry or whatever. I don't really see the point but Mom says it'll help. She says you work as a "friend." God sure knows I'm in desperate need of one. I've hardly had any human contact since the incident. I want to be better. I swear i'm trying.
-Harry
I close the small moleskin book and abandon it on my desk. My hand is sweaty from the grip of my pencil.
"gross." i mutter to myself, as i wipe it onto my black pants.
"Harry!" I hear from downstairs.
It's my mother's voice. That same, comforting, and familiar voice. The voice that helped to calm me in my lowest of lows. The voice that helped me get over... The thought enters my mind. I feel tears coming.
"quit." i whisper to myself.
By this time my mom was at my doorway.
"Harry?"
I forced myself to turn around, trying to hide all emotion. I don't want her to think i'm bad again.
"yeah?" i say, faking my enthusiasm.
"dinner is ready." she tells me.
I see her glance at my moleskin and give a quick smile.
"Whenever you're ready come on down." She says with obvious satisfaction in her voice. She walks out and I follow shortly.
"You know-" My dad began, as me and my mother sat down at the dining room table.
"That new family moving in across the street has been out there making all the damn noise the whole day. Can't get hardly any work done."
I rolled my eyes at the statement. Work? He wouldn't know what work was if it slapped him in the face. All he does is sit in his damn office and hope somebody will email him to buy his "slightly used" bullshit that he keeps in his warehouse. Hell, if he sold the place's land, we would easily be millionaires, but he refuses and the bills are two weeks late. I sometimes secretly wished my mother would divorce him so he could quit using my mother's money to collect more shit. I would dream about moving back to England and leaving this small little town in America.
"Well, how was your day, Harry?" My mother asked, probably noticing anger in my face.
I sighed "Lonely and boring."
She looked confused.
"I want to go back to school, mom."
She looked nervous.
"Um-" she started. "Okay."
YOU ARE READING
UNINTENDED (LARRY STYLINSON)
FanfictionFalling in love was never part of my plan. The whole "feeling butterflies" and "heart skipping a beat" thing seemed like complete and utter bullshit. I never knew that on a random, boring October day, I would meet the person who would prove me wrong...
