Little Monsters

Thick Thoughts

Yes It's Friday finally.
I get happy for a split second but then remember I still have to go to precious  Harlem's out of school dinner tomorrow. As I start to fall on my bed in relief that I get to sleep in tomorrow I hear my front door slam. "Omg I'm gonna die." I whisper to myself in panic as I open my bedroom door to go to the front door. Cujo hops of my bed and runs to my bedroom door with me. At this point my parents aren't home and I'm freaking out. "You go first Cujo your the dog your supposed to protect me!" I whisper loudly to my dog. As soon as Cujo runs into the living room where the front door is I step out of my room; I creep around the corner of the hall way and - "HOLY SHI-" I stopped myself noticed it's only Brice again. "You talk dogs Haven?" He asked curiously as he walks into my kitchen to the last bit of peanut butter from the jar like nothing just happened and I didn't just almost die from a heart attack.
"Brice you scared the living hell out of me!" I yell laughing and catching my breath.
"Dang you have no food Haven, tell your mom to go grocery shopping." He tells me while he is digging in all of our cabinets.
"Yeah and you think I haven't noticed?" I laugh
"Wanna go walk to MoMo's ?" He ask with a glare starring at me like he knew my answer.
"Of course." I say with a glare back.
MoMo's is a small cafe that everyone here loves, it has a small grocery beside it too. Me and Brice always used to walk there and get our usuals if we weren't in our hideout in my basement; but now since we're older and don't do that anymore, we just walk to MoMo's.
We finally enter the cafe and of course Brice greets everyone because that's the normal things to do in this city. Is to greet and be nice to almost everyone; which is a good thing... but you have to be careful about what you say, because one wrong move and everyone thinks about you different and here different is dangerous.
We walk up to the counter and greet the the person taking our order. "One small vanilla sundae and a chocolate smoothie, will that be all ?" Asks the lady.
"Yes thank you and I'm paying for both" Brice tells the lady.
Yes I know Brice has changed since he was little but I still feel like I can partly be myself around him; and I feel like I can trust him with anything. I mean i'm just different, all it is, is just me not being perfect and having flaws in my life. Like how my dad moved away because my parents got a divorce and I have to keep it secret from everyone and tell them he just works away; or how I love art and music and to dance however I want and to not have a certain way to do things. That's all it is so why is it so bad here. I just want to trust somebody; but I don't know why I'm wasting my time trying to convince myself it's ok to tell him when it's not, because even though to me he may not seem like it, he is, he is the same as them and I am alone and it's driving me crazy.
"Umm Haven, hello are you in there?"
"Huh oh ye-yeah lets go" I say looking back up at him noticing the whole cafe is looking at me like i'v been unresponsive for hours.
"Come on let's get out of here." Brice says to me like he really wants to leave that place.
We're back at the house now and he's sitting in my chair next to my laptop while I'm laying spread out on my bed like I'm just exhausted. All I hear is Brice chattering about football and everything else but at the same time I'm not even listening. I'm just thinking. "Haven?" I'm just thinking about why am I this way? "Haven?" Is there a meaning?" "HAVEN DRAKE!" Brice yells at me.
"Huh oh sorry" I laugh
"Haven what's been up with you lately, you seem ... concentrated or concerned about something?"
"Are you ok?" He ask turning the chair to me. I rise up to where I'm just sitting at the edge of my bed and stare for a moment.
"Brice?"
"Yeah?"
"I think something's wrong with me."