We Are The Kids Our Parents Warned Us About

We are the kids our parents warned us about (30)

"Please tighten your seat belts, be sure all of your belonging are ready, we will be landing shortly."

I look out my window, seeing the airport below me. This is always the worst part. When the plane starts to drop I start getting nauseous and sick. It goes down and I close my eyes asking Zeus to take us out of the sky quickly.

I stopped believing in a god or Jesus when I was younger. My life was just so depressing and as much as I prayed to God to make it go away and as much as I asked for him to make it easier my life just got worse. So I gave up on him. To me he was a pathetic idiot who just watches people suffer and does nothing. Of corse it was always hard to not give a small prayer for people who were homeless or less fortunate because I was born into being a Cristian. But now I don't believe in him. I believe in science. But everyone in a while I'll still say he hates me.

We finally land and my mom and I take all our stuff out, get our luggage, and take a taxi home. When I say I slept for two days, I mean I slept for two days... Straight. Jet lag is not my friend. I know a lot of people like to nap but I'm not a fan. Even though I've been doing it a bit more doesn't mean I enjoy it.

I've talked to non of my friends yet, so I have no idea on what I've missed. And for Dylan, well I haven't talked to him yet. I don't know if I should bring it up or pretend it never happened. But I can't pretend nothing happened. He told me his mom was dying. I can't pretend he never told me. And the last thing I want to do is pity him, but I can't. Ugh and I hate myself for it. He doesn't need my pity. He doesn't want pity.

I stare at my ceiling trying to think things out. As you can tell, I'm soooo great at taking in information. Sensitive information. I let out a long dramatic sigh. Life can sometimes be too much to handle.

I sit up from my bed and head downstairs. I grab a spoon and a jar of Nutella and go to my basement. I turn on the tv and decide to watch some Netflix while I gain ten pounds on Nutella. I pick white chicks and basically laugh throughout the whole thing. I start to remember when Dylan and I watched this. The longer I think about the more I realize that our friendship happened very quickly. It's feels like I've known him for a few days but it's been more than two months.

Just as the movie is about to finish my hone rings.

"What?" I ask annoyed, when I see that it's Aiden.

"Can you please pick me up immediately." I hear him groan into the phone.

I snap up, now very worried. "Why? Are you okay?" I ask clearly panicked.

"Lexi, could you stop asking and get moving?" He almost snaps. "Please?"

I run upstairs, leaving the Nutella on the counter and run out the door. "Okay, where are you?" I ask, running to Dylan's door.

"Our tagging place." He breaths heavily. "Ow!" I hear him cry through the phone.

I start hyperventilating as I knock on Dylan's door. "Okay I'll be there very soon, just hold on." I hang up just as someone opens door. Melanie.

"Lexi!" She cheers.

I press a smile and crouch in front of her, hugging her quickly. "Hey, do you know where your brother is?" I ask.

She points up the stairs. "Showering."

Damnit!

"May I come in?" I ask.

"Yeah." She smiles and I walk in closing the door behind me. Before I can ask her anything else she runs off. I look around and find his car keys on the side table. I grab them, about to head out when I stop myself. I can't just take his car. What am I thinking?? He will probably kill me.

I put the keys back, cursing silently. I need to go get Aiden. Who knows what the hell he'd gotten himself into. The boy is insane and always likes to win. What did he do? I need to pick him up quickly. Gah screw it. I run upstairs and bolt into his room.

Just as I walk bolt in the bathroom door opens and he comes out with a towel around his waist. The rest of him is bare with droplets of water dripping down his chest and abs. I suck in a breath and his eyes set on mine. His eyes widen and I turn around so I stop staring.

"Oh my god, I didn't- I mean I did- I didn't know though." I stutter and close my eyes, feeling my face get hot. I'm such an idiot.

"No! It's fine, I just didn't k ow you would be in my... Room." I bite the inside of my cheek when I remember why I'm actually here.

"Look I need to go pick up Aiden. I think he's gotten into serious shit and he needs me to go get him." I breath out.

"Uhh," I hear shuffling, as I look down at the ground. "Let me just get changed."

I press my lips together, knowing that I'm bright red. "I can-I can leave if you want." God why am I so awkward??

Maybe because under that thin towel he's completely naked.

"No," I hear more shuffling. "It's fine I'm almost done." I nod trying to calm myself. I'm acting as if I saw him naked. And I haven't. I just need to calm down. He was just shirtless, with water dripping down his body, and his hair get black and messy from the water. No big deal. Right??

Ugh I feel like such a girl.

You are a girl.

Yeah but I feel like those girls who get all giggly and ugh I don't know. I just wish it didn't faze me so much. This is all so-

"Okay, do you know where he is?" Dylan asks. I turn around nodding. He wears a black shirt with nice pants. Fully clothed. So relax.

"Yeah, it's where we went when went tagging." I answer as we jog downstairs. He grabs his keys and we leave, getting into his car.

"What happened?" He asks as he starts driving.

"I would like to know that too. But he just told me he needed me to pick him up." I sigh.

"Do you think he's okay?" He asks.

"Honestly," I look out the window. "I think he's hurt."

We face each other for a slight second, and he turns back to the road. "How hurt?"

I bite my lip and look back out the window. "Very hurt."

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