Best Worst Years of Their Lives

Waffles

It smelled like waffles. Fluffy yet cripsy waffles. The smell floated through the entire house, laughter accompanying it. Brendon, Dallon, and Rick's laughter with the smell of waffles.

I stood up and I noticed my brother's shirt was covering my body, falling down the middle of my thighs. "Joy Division.." I read out loud,as I traced the letters of the shirt. I could and still can think of all the time Joy Division helped my brother and I.

I walked out of the bedroom and peaked around the corner. My boys were all laughing trying to get waffle batter out of Dallon's hair. I walked into the kitchen, feeling small and broken.

Brendon looked up laughing but stopped as soon as he saw me. "April!" He cried, rushing towards me and pulling me into a bone crushing hug. He whispered reassuring nothings into my ear. I started crying just out of love for my best friend.

"I love you..We love you..You're okay flower..You're okay.. We'll protect you." Brendon said quietly, as he kissed my forehead. I nodded while I hugged him tighter.

After Brenon and I's little hug session, Dallon almost hugged me to death. "Can I have some waffles..?" I asked quietly, my voice keep cracking and I sounded young.

Rick laughed, "What kind of brother would I be if I didn't give you waffles?" He then handed me a plate with a waffle on it, drizzled in syrup. I only ate half of the waffle. I felt sick so eating a lot didn't seem like a good idea.

"Mrs. Doris is a bitch. Don't listen to her, she isn't worth your time." Dallon had said to me, with those reassuring eyes. I nodded and replied with a simple 'Yes okay'. I had lied though. Her words has gotten to me so many times it was hard to count.

"Hey um I'm going to go lay down.. I'm tired.." I said quietly, looking down at my sock clad feet.

"Yeah go ahead. I have to go to work sadly but Dallon and Brendon will here." Rick said with a sad smile.

I nodded and went to my room. As soon as I closed the door, I locked it. I wasn't going to lay down. I was leaving. I needed to be alone, well not completely alone because Evan was always with me.

I had pulled on a Nirvana shirt, black skinny jeans, and my floral vans that I still have to this day. I tied a red flannel around my hips, put my walkman, a few cassettes, headphones, and a lighter in my backpack.

I then unlocked my window and climbed out quietly, making sure to pull it back down just enough so I would be able to open it again later. When my feet hit dirt I was running, running where? I didn't know, just somewhere to be alone.

It was ironic, wasn't it? Me running to god knows where the day after I ran from my school in panic. That day I didn't really know how I felt. I felt broken, that's for sure but there was something else. Something it took me a month to figure out, something that I still sometimes feel.

I found myself heading to the park, more specifically to the tree. When I reached the base of the tree, I almost smiled. Almost. I began to climb quickly and messily, not caring if I fell or not. When I reached the top, I pulled out one of my little secrets and a lighter.

Not many thought I was a stoner but boy I was. Wasn't a great habit to have but what can I say, it's better than letting anyone stub out their cigarettes on my arm.

Weed was one of my secrets. Not even sweet little Brendon knew, until he caught me on my 20th birthday. If he knew when I was a teenager he probably tell Rick, and that would be the end.

I smiled when I placed the lit joint between my lips and sucked in the sour smoke. I left it in my lungs until the burning was too much, then I blow out the toxins.

"Not such a little sweet runaway, are ya?" Evan laughed, while smiling darkly.

"Was I ever?"

A/N This is short because I wanna write poetry and read gay fanfic.