i walk to my house, thinking about max. wondering who called her and why she looked so frightened.
i shake it off as i walk towards the door. i grab for the keys, put them in the key hole, turn, click, and open the door.
i wince at the sound of glass shattering. "oops," i hear my dad whisper. "im home," i yell, pushing my book bag straps up my shoulder so it doesn't fall. "there he is," my mom says excitedly, walking out of the kitchen.
i smile at her, but can't help but notice, the glass dad broke, was the glass of a whiskey bottle. i mentally roll my eyes, i should've known they're not really happy. this is just temporary, tomorrow they'll just lock themselves up in their bedroom.
its reasonable that they're sad, i am too. but to drink it away? that'll make it worse, and they know that. they act like they're the only ones who miss her, well they're not .
i ignore my moms questions and walk to my bedroom, slam the door and throw my bag on my bed.
i wake up its only ten pm. i groan, why did i fall asleep at only six? im pretty hungry, so i go get something to eat. my parents never woke me up for supper, not like they made anything anyway. i roll my eyes, and open the fridge. after rummaging around for the fifth time, i finally admit to myself, there's nothing to eat. i let out a sigh, and walk back to my bedroom, my stomach growling.
i lay awake for another hour, its hard to go to sleep with no food in your system.
i gotta pee. the bed creaks as i get up.
once i get back i hear my phone ringing. its max. "i hope i didnt wake you," she says quietly. "no its okay, i was already up, what's going on?" i take the phone away from my ear and i see its two am. wow time flies. "can you come over? its okay if not? i just," she lingers. "no no, its fine. although. i don't know where you live."
she gives me her address, and the directions. i scribble the information down on my hand and wrist. i dont have time to find a piece of paper.
im not very familiar to this place yet, but i promise her ill be there. i hang up, and quietly exit the house.
this story is crap smh. sorry about that.
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Am I Enough?
Romance"think about this, max," i tell her gently. "ive thought about it. its all i think about, dont you get it?" i shake my head, "no, i dont. help me out here." she runs her hair through her bangs, something she does a lot, "its best if you just leav...
