-adrian-
do i care about dan? well obviously i do. i just don't know if i do anymore. i mean, he obviously doesn't care about me.
all he does all day is stay locked up in his room, ignoring me. his younger brother. i looked up to him. looked.
i know i sound narcissistic, but my whole life, dan hasn't been present. at all. at family dinners, he's in his room. he doesn't go to school, so i can't see him waiting at the bus stop with me.
the last time i saw dan was when i was a baby. he was about 6 or 7 when i was born, but as soon as i was able to walk, he was gone. i never saw him after that.
i mean, it sounds like i'm over-exaggerating, but i'm not. my parents, his parents, barely ever see him anymore. the people that gave birth to him!
walking into the kitchen, i started making a peanut butter sandwich before i'm interrupted.
"adrian?"
i looked up. it was phil.
"what?" i answered with a slight "annoyance" in my voice.
"do you think dan's gonna come home?"
"knowing dan, no. but i haven't know dan at all, so i can't speak for him." i slathered peanut butter on the first piece of bread and spread it around.
"i'm scared about him. i mean, he's been out for what seems like forever!"
"well he's been out of my life for forever."
"well, adrian," i looked up, "he'll come around. i know he will." and he left.
dan won't come around.
he hasn't.
and he never will.
a/n: how do i work dan in the STory uGHHH 😩😩
ps idk how old adrian is because i not a stalker ty :) so the age may not be accurate lol
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