Love me (A Princeton Love Story) •ON HOLD•

Chapter 6

Ray. . .

My eyes stared blankly at my ceiling. My mind wandered on, thinking about the things I could do tonight. I had no plans, which wasn't normal for me, because I always had something to do. Bowling? No. A date? No. Call a girl over? No, no, and no. All those things had been done already.

I threw my bouncy ball I'd found earlier under my youngest brother Craig's bed. Craig was already gone out with his girlfriend doing whatever, so after a while I decided to go through his stuff. In his underwear drawer contained his boxers and a couple of condoms (sad to know my father allowed us to be having sex at 16), his socks drawer containing socks and money, that I took for myself. I grabbed the green construction paper that sat on his bed, stuck it in his sock where I had found it, and walked out.

I threw my ball up at the ceiling again.

I walked in Chres's room and saw him playing his favorite game, 2K13. Chres had the ball and was playing offense back to his side of the court. Just as he got to the three-point shooter line, I pressed the red button on his Xbox 360 controller. His player missed and the other team got the ball. Roc jolted his head toward me who was standing behind him.

"Why you do that, Ray?" He said, sounding more annoyed than mad. Chres was a year older than me complaining about a game. Seriously.

"My bad," I said, "I got bored." But Chres wasn't hearing it. Chres stood up off the pillow he was laying on and picked it up. He threw it at me and pushed me out his room locking the door. I threw the pillow back at his door for no apparent reason at all. I heard him suck his teeth along with the sound of the game starting again. I made my way down the hallway, and back into my room. I closed the door and laid down on the bed, and threw my ball at the ceiling.

That's really all I've done over this past hour, and I was getting even more and more bored by the second. I threw my small bouncy ball at the 56" Flat Screen Tv, which caused it to wobble a little. I really had no care of that thing, as many times as I hit it and dropped it trying to pick it up to impress an ex girlfriend. I walked into the bathroom across the hall, looking at my nappy, undid hair. I grabbed Jacob's conditioner that sat in the corner of the mirror connecting to the counter, and squeezed some in my head. I'd obviously squeezed too much, as most of it was falling out my hands. I rubbed it thoroughly, pulling at it trying to untangle it. I decided it was good enough, since I was a boy and I didn't really worry about my hair. My mother's hair was good, and good hair was something I inherited from her. I washed my hands and dried them and turned off the light. I made my way into the dim hallway and-

Wuff!

I jumped at the sound of the small dog coming out of Jacob's room. Beans was his name. I hated that ungrateful dog that Jacob so loved so much.

"Shut up," I whispered, not trying to be loud because I knew Jacob would come out the room after Beans. He titled his head to the side, wagging his tail. I bucked at him, causing him to give me a "f-ck you" look. Beans then trotted downstairs and walked into the kitchen, with me behind him. I looked up and saw that Jacob was downstairs with my mom.

The things I could've said to that crazy dog while I was up there. . . I thought. Beans made his way over to his rightful owner and clawed at his leg, begging to be picked up.

"Did you disrespect my dog?" He joked, picking Beans up and rubbing the spoiled dog.

"Nothing was said nor done to that dumb ass dog," I mumbled. Jacob looked at me then at mom.

"Ooh he said a bad word," He said, instigating.

"No I didn't," I said opening the cabinet with a smirk, looking for a small snack.