Phones Off

Disgusting Behaviour

FROM: ihoppancakes@gmail.com
TO: doggomemes@gmail.com
DATE: Sept 27 at 4:01
SUBJECT: Caspian..

     He won't stop leaving me the fuck alone. You probably already know the situation due to the subject of this email, the amount of time you've known me for, and the different situations you know that I deal with in my life on a daily basis. Guess the problem. Yes, it's a person. His name starts with the third letter of the alphabet. If you guessed Caspian, bingo!
I'm sick of the cigarette smoke that I breathe unintentionally everyday, like literally. I am getting sick. I'm coughing more than I did last week, and it's just increasing more as he comes by and blows the smoke in my face like a smoke bomb. Lately, I've also felt my chest getting a bit tighter as weeks pass by, our school really needs to ban smoking in-doors. Especially when we have some of the most addicted drug-addicts from the hood on campus. Do you think I should check with my doctor?
Caspian has the most disgusting behavior I've ever known in anybody. Why do you think God would create such a person? And also, what exactly did I do to deserve enduring his verbal, and occasional, physical abuse? He's always throwing shade at me and trying to find a way to 'roast' me during World Cultures period. He's succeeded all the times he's ever gotten the opportunity to. He called me a pig, which I take quite personally. I've already told my best friend to stop dating him, but he's addicted to him. He's just as addicted to Caspian as Caspian is addicted with smoking weed and shit.
I also need song recommendations because I'm a bit tired of listening to Lana Del Rey these past few days, and that you have an amazing taste in music.
— Joshua

I clicked on the send button and waited for the little notification ringtone to ring so that I could close out the website and close my laptop. Once it did, I let out a yawn as I put my laptop to sleep and carried it over to the nearest outlet to charge it with. I was proud of myself for typing up that huge ass email in five minutes. I guess I was pretty angry about the 'Caspian-smoking-weed-and-shit' thing.
But I had a strong reason, and I have my legal rights. Smoking is a bad addiction and it is very harmful to your body when you smoke for quite some time. Like, shit, have you seen a lung after it's body has been consuming the trashes of a cigarette over the course of months and years? Fucking. Disgusting.
But I also have a background with drug-addicts. My father was one. My mother married a living trash bag and invited him over to live in our house as if he were some kind of incense or scent to purify the house. But he wasn't really purifying the air. His nasty breath every time he finished a sentence let out a stench that I could smell from five fucking states away. And his crooked grin exposed two rows of crappy, yellow-stained teeth that didn't even look like rows. This guy must've come to the future from the 1880's. But the appearance and personality of my father is something I don't understand, and the reason why my mother married him is something I would never understand either. I'm glad he doesn't live with us anymore, that motherfucker deserved to go to jail. My mother and I never spoke of him ever since.
Caspian doesn't look as bad as my father does, though. Not yet, at least. He had a perfect row of teeth that were formed from a pair of metal, black braces he used to wear when we were freshmen students at Blackwood High. He's changed so much, from a nerdy, tall skinny kid into a motorcycle-driving drug addict whom all the girls swoon for. From the innocent, little smile to the disgusting, fuck-boy smirk. If you met both versions of Caspian, you'd doubt to believe that they are the same person.
When there's Terry, there is Caspian. Terry is my best friend, I've known him since kindergarten. Both of our moms were good friends in college, so they were always glad to see us hang out together. I'm a few months older than Terry, so I kinda make it my responsibility to watch over him and take care of him. He's like a brother to me.
If you're wondering about my job about watch over my lil' brother from another mother, I'm having a hard time these past few months. Ever since Caspian sweeped him off his feet after a football game at school, Terry has been going crazy for him ever since. I really miss him, Joshua, or, I love you Caspian! are just the few phrases that makes me shudder in disappointment and betrayal. I really felt betrayed, because I didn't understand who the fuck would date such a disgusting, ruthless human being. The reason I dislike Caspian on such a high level is because of Terry. I don't want Terry getting addicted to drugs and following Caspian's bad habits, and I don't him getting hurt. I'm just worried for him, that's all.
But the more I try and talk to him about it, he always gets irritated about how mean I am and how I can't see the charming side of him. I don't see a charming side at all, so what is Terry really seeing? What part of Caspian is he giving in to?

"Honey!" My mom called out from downstairs in the kitchen. She had been washing the dishes and silverware until she called me.
I walked out of my room and shut the door gently, and then walked down to the third from last step down the stairs, peeking at my mom in case it was nothing major to worry about.
"There was a doorbell, do you mind getting it Josh?"
It soothed me when she called me Josh, but I gave a smile at her and walked towards the door, saying as I passed by, "Sure thing, momma."