Scribbles of Love

Chapter 1: "Hey, Laps!"

"Where is Dylan?" I asked impatiently.

"He will come, I promise. Hey, guess what? I brought you pizza!" Cody said sitting calmly on my bean bag chair. If it had been anyone other than him sitting on that precious chair of mine, I would've lost my mind.

I was really glad that he wasn't tired of my shit even after I kept moaning like a child. "What's that you were saying about... ummm... recordings?"

"Oh, yes! I want you to hear the diaries he recorded on his laptops."

"Diary? On a Laptop?"

"Well, he was never much of a writer," He laughed. "I won't tell you what he calls it."

I raised an eyebrow. I have known that joke for ages. "Well then, what does he call it?"

"Laps." Cody chuckled.

"Interesting," I smiled and nodded as Cody plugged in the earphones and handed them to me.

I took two slices and passed the entire box of RadiPizza (weird name, I know) to Cody. He used to say that RadiPizza is as good as its name is awful. Munching on the pizza slice like an animal, I put the the earphones on and sank back on my pillow.

"Hey, Laps!" Dylan's gravelly yet sweet voice echoed in my ears as I held back tears.

"It is Sunday and I woke up at 9:16 a.m. I know, pretty surprising, right? What can I say? Mom's daily shouting routine started early today. She clanked all the pots and crockery together (which was a way, apart from shutting doors very loudly, to show her anger). Why? I don't know. Maybe she wanted attention but Dad and I have learned the skill to ignore her long ago.

I shuffled out of bed. I didn't even bother looking into the mirror. The same miserable boy with dark shaggy hair and green eyes stares at me everyday when I do. I go after my dad, both in looks and personality. We both usually shut people out but when we love someone, we love them forever. Once..."

He stopped, probably debating whether to speak more.

"Once Mom had smashed a flower vase on his head and Dad had to go to the hospital. That was the last straw for me. I wanted Dad to leave her because he deserved SO much better than her. But what can I say? Dad has been cursed to carry the burden of two hearts while Mom carries none. Oh god! That sounded wayyy too dramatic.

Anyways, I stuffed a burned toast in my mouth, put on my jacket and went out of the house. I hoped Cody was awake. Summer Vacations are about to end and if I don't have one of my "you'll be alright" chitchats every year with him, I won't be alright. Well, he IS an early riser..."

Suddenly, a man's voice came from the background, "Dylan, go to sleep, buddy. You've got school tomorrow."

Dylan whispered, "Dad?"

"Yes?"

"Are you alright? I swear if she hurts you again-."

"No, really. I'm fine. I just... don't you sometimes wish that a person hadn't changed? That they were still the same person you fell in love with?"

"No, Dad. But I understand." I heard Dylan reply.

He got back to the recording and said, "Little does he know that a certain person makes me feel that way everyday... That's another way I'm similar to my Dad. Anyways, bye, Laps!"

Beep.