Bandaged & Damaged {BoyxBoy & FIN & EDITING}

chapter four

Ma and Pa haven't texted me, so I decided to call them. I arrested missed my Ma's cooking, her hugs, her smile, and the way she would wake me up. She would try everything in her power to make me smile, and she succeeded.

My Pa was another case. I missed his big old' head, his horrible jokes that made roll my eyes or get me to smile and tell me that he would miss me even if I went to school or went to the corner store. They made me feel loved. I loved it, but I genuinely missed it.

Ma picked up on the third ring. "Hello?"

"Hey, Ma," I said softly.

"My baby boy!" She said excitedly. "How's your first year? How're the classes? How's your roommate? Is he a trouble maker like your brother?"

Never come around. "Um, Ma, can I at least answer one question?" I joked.

She sucked her teeth and sighed. There was a slight movement in the background. "I know, I know. I should talk less, but I miss my babies. I have no one to bother but your father, but he knows all my tricks."

"Because it's the same trick!" Pa yelled, and Ma laughed. I chuckled at their relationship. They may bicker a lot, but they loved each other to death.

"How's your roommate?" Ma asked after she finished laughing.

I shrugged. "He's all right. I guess we're friends."

"That's great, honey. How's Miles? Is he causing any trouble?"

Never come around. I could give a shit what he's doing right now. Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

"He's sleeping," I lied. I wanted Ma to stop asking about him. Every time I heard his name, his voice echoed in my head, saying the same words.

Never come around.

I didn't know what he was doing or how he was doing. He was probably drinking and partying, but I don't care. I have other things to worry about.

"Oh, good. Get some rest too, and I'll tell your father how you're doing, okay?"

"Yeah," I mumbled. I hanged up the phone and put it in my pocket. I couldn't lie to myself. I somewhat missed Miles. Sometimes I would wake up at night and thought that Miles would prank me, but instead, I was sharing a room with Easton, not that's a bad thing.

I sometimes wondered if he was okay, but I shouldn't. I should be worrying about myself since Miles never asked me how I was doing ever since I got here. I realized that I knew the real Miles, the one that Ma and Pa didn't see because they were his biological parents after all. They saw what Miles wanted them to see. I was just someone he tried to get away, and I was away, but at the same time, bored.

The door opened, and Easton walked inside, holding a brown bag. He shut the door with his foot and sent me a small smile.

"Hey, Jasper," he greeted. He placed the bag on the counter and opened it.

I sighed. "Hey."

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

My stupid brother.

"Nothing, just tired."

Easton looked back at the bag. "Oh, come on. We're roommates and friends. You can tell me anything."

"Friendship doesn't last long."

Easton froze; his shoulders tensed, and he looked uncomfortable. He left the bag on the counter and walked toward me. He sat next to me on the couch and stared at me. "I could tell you didn't have many friends or no friends at all, but it wouldn't hurt to become friends or make friends. Don't tell me everything but small parts, if that works for you. I would like to know my roommate, you know?"