A Player's Responsibility

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I couldn’t wait for the next wait for the next day for when josh was going to do. I love hanging out with him even if it’s just as friend. I was ready when he came in the next day afternoon. I put my hair in a ponytail apply lip glossy and wore my favourite jeans and t shirt and applied Ann perfume. (If she finds out she will kill me, but it will be worth it, that’s the only thing she asked me never to touch.)  I ran downstairs when I heard the doorbell. “Hey josh your early, don’t worry my dad’s not in to give you the grilling”. Relieved flooded josh face. “Thank god. I brought something for you”.  He brought out glittering pen from his bag. I took and was as happy as if someone had just given me a diamond. “Thank you Josh, I’ll treasure it forever”.

 We walked upstairs to my study room and everything had already been set. “You mean we are actually going to study”. Josh groaned sleepily. “Yes we are it is the only way you wouldn’t be kick out of English class”. “Wait we are studying English” josh asked. “Yes, you have a C- in maths and an F in English so we are studying English. Let’s read the balcony scene, and this is good because it will help with the school play. I was chosen to be the Juliet to your Romeo in drama class since; I was the only one who bothered to remember the lines. Josh face was a picture as if someone just told him he was pregnant or sometime as ridiculous. “Wait I’m Romeo in the school play and your Juliet. “Yeah, you didn’t know”.  “No I didn’t” He shouted. “I didn’t even audition”. (That what happens when your popular you get choosing for role you don’t want, I only got that Julie part because of Chloe who is the president of the drama club.) “Well, you were probably chosen because you are the guy in school. “Sally I can’t be in the play, I can even read my English or see my English word properly how I’m I meant to learn a script. I was astounded by what I was hearing. “You mean, you don’t understand and see correctly what’s on the paper, are you dyslexic”. Josh nodded “yes I’m dyslexic; I looked it up on the internet.  I didn’t want my mom worrying, and I didn’t want the school to know, it was easier that the teachers kept thinking I’m stupid or failing on purpose rather than know I’m dyslexic for some reason

“But they could have health there are various support you can get, various help group they could put the words into something you understand when you get a test and it will benefit your grades greatly. Josh took my hands and I look straight back into those emerald green eyes, “I know but I’m not good at asking for help and this is exactly what it looks like I have to do and everyone is going to know, it’s not cool to have a problem like dyslexia. “Tom cruise has it and he is doing great and he is a famous movie star lots of famous movie star have it and there alright and successful.  Josh nodded “I guess you’re right, but this means I won’t have any excuse to be a failure anymore.”  Without hesitation and doubt in add “you’re not a failure you’re an amazing person” josh face lit up “you really mean that” I smiled and said yes I do.  “Just promise me that you will talk to someone at school about you dyslexia”. He nodded and then I grabbed him and engulf him in a compassionate hug feeling his strong big hands around me and taking in the strong sweet smell of his aftershave.

I went to use the bathroom and when I came out I saw that josh had opened my drawer. “Oh my god he gesture in awe, there is not a single thing out of place, this can’t be healthy.  “What the hell are you doing looking through my stuff?” Josh looked embarrassed (making me feel terrible for yelling because he is like a lost poppy dog when he’s embarrassed. Damn he’s cute) “I was just looking for your book shelf and instead found organisational heaven. I mean how many times did you wash and iron this cloth they look pristine and are folded exactly the same way”. (Who the hell does he think he is judging me, he’s the one with the problem not me) “It’s none of your business Joshua”. But josh is not the kind of person to back down easily “sally, this is abnormal you have OCD obsessive compulsive disorder and you need to do something about, like see a psychologist or something”.  I looked at him sternly “what’s it to you, want do you care anyway?”

Josh sat down the chair “you’ve help me a lot and now I what to help you do because I care about you and because your my friend”. I sat down on a chair next to him with tears almost streaming down my eyes. “It started when I was six when my mom died, I know it’s silly, but your mom told me that even though she’s gone, she still watching over me and everything I do so I have to be a good girl for her and my dad and I have to make her proud because she’s watching. So I started cleaning the house regularly, washing my cloths regularly, reading my book regularly.  Every single thing I did had to be perfect if not I felt my mom was not going to be happy with me, I felt that if everything was perfect she would come back, it was a way of controlling things of having control over something since I couldn’t bring my mom back, It was my way of coping with my mom’s death. “I tried to keep everything the same, perfect, neat and tidy and since my dad saw no problem with it or was to grieve stricken to notice it stayed with me for the rest of my life and was now a part of me.

Josh held me close to him and I felt comforted and free of a secret that I felt had to be buried for a very long time. “I’ve never told anyone this till now”.  “You need to tell someone, see a psychologist or something, the can help you get better.” I smiled “how about we promise to get better together”.   Josh stood up and brought me out of the girl and said “that sounds good to me”. We spend the rest of the time watching the stars out from my rooftop and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I felt closer to him than anyone else in the whole entire world.