Avery Jordan
I drove around crying, clueless, and no idea where to go, knowing there's normally nothing open besides bars and strip clubs.
I pulled the car over and tried to gather my thoughts, although nothing was helping.
I really made August mad. I know I was wrong. It wasn't my position to down someone's God or religion. I was just upset. I used to go to church every Sunday, but after the death of my parents, I just felt like God wasn't with me anymore.
I sighed as I heard my phone vibrate.
405-____"Hey." 11:13
"Who is this?" 11:13
405-____"Austin." 11:14
"Oh. My bad. Hey 😀" 11:15
I saved his number in my phone. I got the test back a couple of weeks ago and Austin was indeed my brother.
I connected the speech-texting tool up to my car as it read the message.
"Message received from "Brother" at 11:17 p.m.- What you doing?"
"Nothing at all." I said as I drove.
"Message received from "Brother" at 11:19 p.m.- Come to this restaurant with me. Chill Grill. 1770 Western Ave. You know how to get here?"
"Yes."
"New message received from "Brother" at 11:20 p.m.- Ok. See you soon."
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I later pulled up to the familiar restaurant my dad used to bring me to all the time as a child.
I walked inside and seen Austin waiting on me at the table. He rose and greeted me with a hug before we sat down.
"Why are you out so late?" I asked him.
"I'm just leaving from a friend's house." He smirked.
"You have friends in the U.S., Austin?"
"Yup." He smiled.
"I met this breezy at a club I went to earlier. She had ass." He said moving his hands to indicate how big her rear was.
"You better not be sleeping with these females you don't know." I told him seriously.
"Calm down. We just Netflixed and chilled." He said, smiling again.
"I know what that means." I said, scrunching my face up.
"Good. Now I don't have to go into details. Just know I wrap up." He said as a waitress came and took our order.
"How you and your boyfriend doing?" He asked.
"August isn't my boyfriend." I said, rolling my eyes a little.
"But you want him to be."
I didn't reply.
"I'm already knowing." He said, laughing.
"Whatever, Austin." I said, smiling.
"And he's mad at me because I spoke down on my life and about God." I said, exhaling.
"You did what?" He asked, clearly surprised.
"I spoke down about myself and about God." I said, not wanting to repeat it again.
"Oooohh!" He said, like a kid getting ready to tell on someone.
So dramatic.
"Better be glad you didn't grow up in my household cause you would've been in trouble talking about God like that."
