Don't Disappear

Chapter 2(BMC/ DEH)

Evan-
I started feeling dizzy, I looked at Jared shocked, "What can I say, I'm a fanboy," he said. "I-is it th-that ob-obvious?" I asked. "Dude, calm down, you're fine, and I'm just glad my ship is finally sailing," he replied smirking walking up to his house. I walked up my front doorstep and picked up the mail full of mostly bills. I walked in my home, threw the mail down on the table, and ran upstairs to the last room on the right, my room. I entered and walked over to my turtles, Han, Nat, Lil, and Jen. I smiled and pulled them out and on my desk, they walked around. I went over to my bed and played some classical music, I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling and played with my fidget cube.

Then, I thought about Connor.
Is he okay?

I couldn't stop thinking about him.  I was worried. And so I went in the back yard and tried to climb a tree. It didn't work out well.
"Ugh! You stupid arm!!" I yelled.

I then heard someone walk outside, he sighed. "I wished I could be more for him, he's a good kid, I wish his mother didn't abandon...."  he paused because of the sudden noise of me moving one of the fence boards. He turned to stare at me. "I'm s-sorry sir, it's j-just you remind m-me of my mother," I said. He looked at me hard, "Who is your mother?" He asked. "Umm.. Heidi Hansen," I replied. He gasped, "Really?" He asked, "We dated in high school," "Oh, you m-mean Westerburg High School?" I asked. "Yep!" He replied. "Oh c-cool, I go t-there," I stated. "Really, my son goes there, his name is Jeremy Heere," he said. "Oh t-that's cool, he was in the play," I replied. "Yeah," he cringed, "That play didn't turn out like everyone thought it would," he replied, I nodded in agreement. "So umm, would you and your mother like to come over tonight for dinner?" he asked. "Uh, I'll ask her when she gets home," I replied. "Oh, ok," he stated smiling. "Umm, here's my number, just in case," he replied holding a sticky note over to me, I grabbed it carefully making sure my hand wouldn't touch his, because that would be weird. I then heard my mothers light blue Minivan pull up on the driveway, and the door shut. "I got to go, I-I'll m-make sure to ask her," I replied before running up the back porch and into the house.

( 441 words) ;)