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Chapter 3: -Haden's POV- For Him

-Haden's POV- For Him

I sighed as I laid back my head and stared blankly at the ceiling. It's so boriiing! I rolled over and glanced at the shelf with a few books on it. I would have more because my mom and dad really want me to become smart and educated so I can get a scholarship in something... But they completely gave up taking a look at my barely passing point grades in high school. I kinda failed them. I feel really bad. But it's not like I didn't try. They worked really hard for me to get into school and I blew it. I was never really good at studying, or focusing for that matter. They understand it, but that doesn't mean that they are not disappointed. I sighed again and I rolled over on my bed, hearing it creak every time I move. I was so booored!!...

Might as well get up and look for something to do in this house... I thought as I pushed myself off the bed and headed to the family room. Then a shout stopped me.

"Haden!" it yelled.

Shoot.

"Where are you and get your sorry butt over here!!" my older brother Jeremy yelled across the other side of the house. Honestly, I'm so grateful my room is on the opposite side of his.

"Why the h*ll should I?!"

"Did you leave your f*cking socks right at my bedroom door again?!" he demanded. Oops. It's not my fault! His room is right by the laundry room and socks are hard to see on the ground 'cuz they're so small. I groaned.

"Coming!"I shouted back as I jogged over to him, snagging an apple off the kitchen counter and started munching. My twenty-four-year-old brother was glaring at me impatiently as a sock laid at his foot. Honestly, I can't wait till he has to go off to the military. The only reason why the military didn't allow him to join him was because he had caught a major flu. Like: he was coughing, his face was so pale it was almost green, he lost a lot of weight because he kept on throwing up every five seconds, and it was extremely contagious. The military doesn't except those who are too sick to participate so they give them two years to recuperate (a long time, right?!). But then he caught the plague just as they were about to accept him. They were forced to give him another two years. It's like the universe doesn't want him to go. However, his time to join is just around the corner. Two years ago when he caught the plague, he barely made it out alive so I'm a bit worried. I mean, I absolutely can't stand my brother, but he isn't awful, just painful. He narrowed his eyes at me. "What? Are you just going to stand there like a lost dog or are you going to pick up your filthy mess?"

I rolled my eyes as I picked up the one sock and brought it to his face. "Happy now?" I said annoyed with a sarcastic smile on my face as I threw it into the laundry room and continued munching on my apple.

He tisked and huffed as he turned around and slammed his door shut. I called to him.

"Hey lug!"

"What?!" he yelled gruffly.

"When's our mom and dad coming home tonight?!"

"How should I know?! They should be back by one or something as usual! Dumb-head..." I heard him mutter under his breath. My eyebrow twitched but I didn't say anything, but I was this close to losing it. I'm not good with my temper... Last time he pissed me off, I threw a chair at him and the chair and it hit him square in the gut. He had this gigantic bruise for weeks and I was grounded until it went away. It was rough.

I walked back to the kitchen and plopped myself in a chair, seating myself in front of the TV before moving again. I absolutely hate staying still. I fidget so much when I'm forced to stay in one place it's so annoying. Church is absolute torture. Then a savior came to my rescue. Lance texted Ash and I on the group chat asking if we wanted to meet up at Our Place. It's kinda weird how we never named it but we always know what each other are talking about. So I guess in a sense, we named it 'Our Place'. I quickly texted him a yes and that I'd be there shortly. Ash put a '^' to show that he says the same thing.