Just one

4

Seven POV

I rushed into the front door of my house and looked for my grandfather.

"Pops I'm home!" I called out. he walked out from behind me which scared the crap outa me.

"Hey" he said in a familiar husky voice

"Hi.. Um do you know where the old pictures are?" I asked. he pointed to the hallway's closet, " in the green bin ontop of the closet" I went into the closet.

"Hey where's Zeus" I ask referring to our red nose pit.

"I the dog walker to him out an hour ago"

"Y'know we don't have to waste money on her I could do her job" I say pulling the bin outa the closet and into my room.

He just grunts and goes into his room closing the door.

I put the bin down and plug in my phone and take off my clothes. God bras are so uncomfortable. I throw my dirty clothes in the hamper and put on one of my father's old t-shirts and some track shorts. I grab my hair up into a high ponytail and start sorting through the pictures.

I'm looking for one thing and one thing only, the pictures of Isaiah and I the summer we spent on San Diego.

I find one picture and it's me and him, arms around each other with our mothers in the background. my eyes start to water

"Mom.." I say quietly, I miss her, alot. I wipe my tears away and take the picture and stick it in my book bag.

I go into the bathroom to rinse my face ignoring the now smudged eyeliner, it would fade eventually. I take off my contacts and put them in their overnight solution n put on my glasses, they are styled like traditional nerd glasses and are black.

I go downstairs and start on my chores. You see, my mother died a a year ago and I've come back to LA to live with my grandfather and help take care of him and to get away from my overly protective and overly worried father. I appreciate his concern but that house and being with him is just painful in a way.

I think he felt the same way because he didn't put up a fight when I suggested I move here. he quickly sold the house and moved to Chicago.

While I was cleaning the song so good by B.o.B. was blasting in my ears through Apple earphones.

"Na na nana na na.." I started humming to myself when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned to see my short grandfather and my cousin Cameron. I pulled out a earphone, "hey cam" I say

I can see is holding something in his hands,

"Your cleaning and that's a good thing but I think you should do more than house work. your old grandfather ain't so old that he can't clean up this place so you should go with Cam to see some of his friends and become more active. you can't mope forever"

I knew what he was talking about I'd been keeping myself from everyone and it wasn't healthy. besides Carlos I didn't have any other friends and I knew pops was worried.

"Alright" I said smiling. he just grunted and walked away. pops never smiled but I was glad I had him to help me through my grieving process he was like a rock strudy and strong.

I looked up at Cameron who was beaming. he was 6'1 and was a freshman at UCLA. "ready for some fun"

U shrugged "lemme change"

"You don't need to sev, wear what u got we ain't going no where fancy." I rolled my eyes.

"Meet you outside" I say "I gotta get my wallet"