>tyler<
I was 17 in my senior year of high school. I was sitting at my lunch table with Brendon. He was rambling on about Frank Sinatra or something. I wasn't very interested, he could tell so he stopped talking.
" What's wrong ty?" Brendon asked.
I sighed and replied " I don't think I'll ever fall in love." as I glance around the lunchroom filled with couples.
" Don't talk like that Ty, you just haven't found the right person yet."
Thanks mom.
" Yeah I guess you're right..."
" Anyway, back to Sinatra."
He kept talking about old music and how he wanted to be a singer. I told him that he could, but his dad wants him to be a doctor. Every time I tell him to follow his dreams he just gets really sad and changes the subject. I feel bad for him. My dad left before I was born so I don't know what he is going through right now.
I asked him if he wanted to hang out after school and he said he would ask his mom.
The bell for the end of lunch rang and I said goodbye to Brendon as I grabbed my bag.
" See you after school b"
" Sure, nerd."
