I was walking to Art's room to see if he needed any help unpacking. I kinda feel bad for the boy with everything that is going on.
"Knock, Knock" I said walking into the room.
"What." Art hissed as he unpacked.
"I'm just here to help you, so don't be an little ass about it" I said and started to help him.
"Whatever" He said
"Oh, what a wonderful thank you" I replayed back to him with a small laugh.
"Hey, I didn't even ask you to help and if anyone is being an ass it's you!" Art countered with.
"Yeah, yeah"
Art didn't have much so it wasn't taking long to unpack. He mostly had a clothes and a few little things here and there.
I spotted a frame under some some of the still packed away stuff. I grabbed it, it was a picture of Art and Cole, when Art was little.
I smiled, he looked so happy there. I remember growing up, he had a great smile. Though, we don't really see it much anymore...
"Hey, give me that!" Art said, grabbing the frame out of my hands. He gave it one look before smashing it onto the ground. Just for good measure, he stepped of the photo, breaking the glass into tiny pieces.
"Dumb bitch, why would she think I would want that?!?" He spat.
I sighed, I would have told him he shouldn't have done that, but I knew it wasn't worth it.
"Come on, we have to clean this up. You go get a broom and dust pan, while I pick up the big pieces." I said kneeling down.
"Fine." Art said walking out of the room.
I was about to throw awaythe broken frame, but at the last second, I grabbed the slightly ripped photo out of frame. Art might not want the photo now, but it might come in handy later on.
I true want Art to get better, but how it looks now it seems he's not going to for a while. I think he just need something in his life, a motivation. Whether its a person or thing, he needs something to fight for.
But the question is, what could be that motivation? Only Art can answer that and I don't think even he know at the moment.
Once Art came back, we cleaned up the glass and I left him to unpack the last few clothes.
I went back to Mason's and I's room. I could just see Mason figure in the bed.
I peeled off my clothes on till I was left in just my boxers then climbed into bed. No surprise, I saw that Mason was still awake.
"Hey" I said.
"Hey" Mason said wrapping his arms around me. I smiled.
"Can't sleep?" I asked.
"Can I ever?"
I kissed his forehead. "I wish you could" I said sleepily.
"Well at least I have you here" Mason said.
"Don't worry, I'll stay with you" I said falling asleep. "Love you Mason"
"Love you too..."
