Living is bizarre but what else could it be? It can be spent living in sorrow, living in mourn, living in anything but in all living is only living...
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A/N Another short chapter...sorry. I just want to give Drew's POV of what just happened. I hope that is okay!!Drew may sound mean in this chapter but I promise you will eventually love him and everything he does :D Thanks for reading and don't forget to vote and comment!!!
Drew's POV
There comes a time in a person's life when they have to grow up and put away childish things and ways. I believe that got taken away to quickly for Austin.He didn't have a choice to grow up. He was pretty well grown up for his age. He had his life planned ever since he was fourteen. He wanted to do something with the medical field but I can't remember whenever I try to think what it was he wanted to do precisely. He never really acted childish. He was pretty well mature in most ways. Come to think of it the only time he acted like a child was when he was with me.
I feel more mature now. Way more mature than what I was nine months ago. Nine months ago I thought horsing around was a second nature to me. That acting weird and obnoxious was the only way to learn how to grow up. Growing up meant somewhere in the lines of being old. I didn't think I was ready for it so I thought acting this way made me feel better. Boy was I wrong. I am grown up now but not in a way I want to be.
I feel like instead of a child still inside of me that has grown up ways, I am a young man inside of a young man's body. I don't know if that makes sense to you or not but I do. I feel that way about myself. I feel like whenever someone else is acting childish I don't like them. That might be just judging them by character by heck I don't even care anymore. People judge me so why can't I judge them. I don't tell them I judge them. I just do it. It is now a second nature for me. It comes naturally. I have gotten judge ever since I was little and I am getting judged now. It just makes since since I get judged I should judge people.
The people that I am sharing a room with at the hotel has not hit that stage yet. That is for sure.I think they are probably the most immature people I have seen on this trip so far. Right when they walk through the room I knew I was sharing a room with a bunch of delinquents.
"I want it a little hot, a little spicy!" I hear them walking into the room and one of them was cracking jokes , following laughs from the others.
I turn around and see the boys that I will be "rooming" with for the next three months. All of them smile at me but all I could do is give them a look of disapproval and disgust.
'Nate' from the plane, the guy I sat on the bus with, and the Austin guy was standing right ahead of me. Who could blame me for looking at them this way?
Nate is a blonde hair dude that looks like he could not be older than fourteen when I know he is eighteen because we talked on the plane. He has this smile on his face that he can't get rid of and he just is in all annoying looking. The way he curves his lips into a smile as he approaches me. the way he puts his suitcase down and reaches for the handled. The way he scratches his head because he probably thinks the same thing as I am thinking. That this is awkward.Judging? Yes I am.
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The boy that I had to ride the charter bus with was a little taller than the others. He is on the other end of Nate. He has a tie dye shirt on and his curly hair sticks out of the end of his snap back which is on backwards. His eyes were opening and closing sensing to me that he was tired. He looked very familiar besides sitting on the bus with him. But I couldn't point it out exactly. But when you are me you don't know a lot of people. And you don't remember faces because you don't like to see faces that often. Look at me. I am trying to act like you know what I am like. No one exactly knows what II am like. Sure I don't know what Nate, this guy, or Austin is like but I would care less to be honest.
"Hey Drew Dirksen," the boy said to me. His voice is raspy like he just woke up from a long period of sleep. Which he technically did. That plane ride was the longest ever.
A raise my eyebrow at the guy. How in the hell does this guy know me? I don't remember telling him my name. I don't remember if Nate even knows my name. I was half asleep when he was talking to me.
"Levi, don't you think it's weird to greet a person by their full name?" the other guy who I knew as Austin says to him.
'Levi' just shrugs and says to me,"you can call me Levi Jones if you want to. I don't mind."
I see the other two boys roll their eyes at the sarcastic remark.
"Yeah and you can call me Parker. Nate Parker," the boy I already knew replies with a smile.
"You're a good man Parker," the Austin guy says following a laugh that escapes his mouth. I hate it when people laugh at their own jokes.
"Were you trying to quote Spider-Man?" Levi Jones asks as he leans across Nate.
The Austin guy was about to nod but then Nate butts in by saying,"no I was quoting James Bond. You know when he says Bond.James Bond type of thing."
I look at the three boys who were exchanging glances with one another. It was as if they had their own little conversation without saying anything.
"Anyway. My name is Austin Corini. It is nice to meet you Drew Dirksen," he puts his hand out for me to shake it but I just look at it instead.
I took out my phone that was in my pocket and type. Once I am done I push enter and the voice was heard throughout the room,"I would love to continue this whole thing that we are doing but I must go. It wasn't nice to meet anyone of you to be honest and you can't just think we all will be friends right away. Or even friends at all."
Nate looks at me and I look at him back. My jaws clench as I become angry. They want to be my friends and be nice to me but I don't want it.
I don't need anybody as my friend. I don't need Austin Corini, Levi Jones, or Nate Parker's friendship. I don't deserve their friendship and they don't deserve mine.
"Look I don't know what crawled up your ass bro but maybe if you weren't such a dick to everyone maybe they would like you," Austin says to me as he stops me from walking away. His two fingers from his hand pushes my shoulder causing me to stumble back.
I grip my cell phone tightly and begin to type again. I look up and see Austin having his lips curves downward and arms crossed against his chest. Nate was looking at Austin and Levi was trying to keep his eyes open. "You don't fucking know me and I don't want you to. So if you could please let me go by and go to dinner I would appreciate you at least a little more."
Austin looks at me in the eyes after the phone speaks and then I raise my eyebrows at him. He nods and moves away so that way I could walk. I nod at him back and go past the little space he gave me. Why do people still get surprise whenever I say things like this? I don't need for you to tell me I am being a dick. I know am being one. It is me. Learn to deal with it.
They decide to walk with me down the stairs outside and I roll my eyes. I know they aren't actually following me but it does seem strange. Why are they doing it? I get down the stairs and then turn to my left. I see that it is a dead end so I walk back to the end where the steps begin. The boys are talking to someone now. I hear laughing. I look and I end up making eye contact with a girl. A girl. I haven't been into girls but that split second I made eye contact with this one was different. I don't know if I like her, can't stand her, if she reminds me of someone or if I can even have a chance with her. But what I do know is that I don't have enough time for girls. I can't. Girls don't like me anymore. She wouldn't like me.
Who would like a guy that doesn't talk and supposedly acts like a dick?
No one. My thoughts exactly.
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