I'm still upset about Tiffany's plans for spring break. I really wanted to hang out with her and, maybe, just maybe, feel like our family is back to normal again.
I go up to my room and decide to text Roland. I wonder how his date with Desiree went.
Me: hey
Roland: hey
Me: how was your 'date'
Roland: 🙃🔫
Me: what happened?
Roland: it's almost as if I'm getting forced to like her, but there's a problem
Me: obviously there's a problem
Roland: no I mean there's another problem
Me: what is it
Roland: I want to tell you in person
Me: alright
Roland: meet me at the cliff asap
Me: ok
I wonder what it is. I change out of my sweats and put on some jeans. I grab my phone and keys and drive over to the cliff.
I get to the cliff, and I see Roland sitting there silently, looking at the stars in the sky. He seemed so lost in them, that it made me get lost in them too. I start to approach him.
"Hey."
"Hey." He says in a nervous voice. It makes me nervous.
"What's wrong?"
He looks at me, then looks away.
"Isn't it so hard to sleep when your mind is so full of thoughts?"
I nod. He isn't acting normal. I'm getting concerned.
"You know Ellie. Everyone has a chapter they don't read out loud."
I get closer to him.
"Roland. What's wrong?"
He looks at me, but doesn't look away."
"So my mom has been worried about me for a while now, saying I haven't been normal, so around a month ago, she took me to a doctor, and I have a problem. I'm bipolar."
I'm shocked. Roland never acts like this. This may not seem like a big deal, but mental disorders are a big deal. They aren't funny either. They're fucking horrible. I know because I have anxiety.
After a small silence, I sit closer to him and hug him. I can't believe he has to go through something like this. He normally acts fine when I see him, but maybe he wasn't fine for all of that time. I wonder what's going through his mind.
For around 20 minutes, we lie there in silence,
Looking at the constellations. Every now and then, I look over and see him smiling, looking at them in marvel.It's almost like he's happy again, like he 'normally' is.
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Constellations
Teen FictionI remember trying not to cry, which seemed like it was impossible, just as impossible as it is to count all of the stars in the sky. I noticed that, his eyes were so bright, just like the constellations. They stand out. They're special. He's special...