The Bucket List

Chapter twelve

Chapter twelve.

Toby

"This movie is bullshit, why do you watch this?"

Tabya turned to me with a frown. "It's called imagination and a child's dream."

"You're eighteen."

"Shut up."

We fell silent and stared at the tv where Cloudily with a chance Of Meatballs was playing. I turned to Aaron who still made no sigh of waking up. His hair had grown shaggy but not long enough to tough his shoulders. I loved it. What I did not love was the green substance coating his face that Tabya had rubbed there, simply insisting Aaron would be great-full when he woke up. I had once tried to wipe it off but it had only set Tabya off in a crying fit saying it was the only way felt like she was helping him. It worked for her and I let her do it seeing as it caused no harm.

She had set herself on a journey to keep his body beautiful. Aaron had shaved his legs before this and she kept them shaved. She fixed his eyebrows and filed his nails, anything to make herself feel comforted. Now that it was only a waiting game for him to wake up, she spent as much time as here as possible, putting college off as I had done school when it started.

In the three weeks Aaron has been on this new drug, neither his mother or my father have visited.

"I think I want to go see Aaron's mother." I mutter.

Tabya's eyes snap to me. "You're going to leave?"

"Yea, I want to see what's so important in this bitch's life she can't visit her healing son."

Tabya suddenly grins. "Let's go now."

It was actually harder than I thought it would be to leave Aaron's room. I felt like it was physically impossible to leave him as I forced one foot in front of the other. The car ride was worse. Mile after mile separated me and Aaron and I regretted it.

When we pulled up at Aaron's house, my heart sunk.

"Fucking bitch!" Tabya hissed. "What the fuck!"

The house was empty. Not of just his mother, but of everything. She had moved.

"How the fuck does she think she's going to get away with this?" Tabya growls. "She can't just up and leave!"

I didn't reply, I only stepped from the car and opened the unlocked house door. The walls were bare and the farther I walked in, so were the rooms. Aaron's was not.

His mom had left it exactly as we had.

"Aaron is moving in with us." Tabya say nothing in response, only pulls a bag down and starts to load his clothes into it.

We spent two hours stuffing Tabya's truck with his things, and I had to admit, I felt better being out of that room. I couldn't wait to have him out with me. We drove to our house where I put my mind to making my room his. I cleared the movies from the book case that held my tv and replaced them with his books. I couldn't stop the warm feeling in my heart at the sight. Instead I dropped to my knees and opened the small cabinet doors, pulling out all sorts of random objects that I could throw away and put the movies in there. I spent an hour hanging his clothes in my closet, mixing them up with mine instead of giving him half the closet. He wouldn't mind, he'd probably just wear mine anyway.

When I was done, I fell back on my bed and tilted my head back to stare at my posters. I knew he didn't appreciate them but is also knew he didn't mind them. If he asked me to take them down, I'd do it if he couldn't be persuaded. After all, it's just paper. Not worth making Aaron mad at me. But I didn't see him saying anything.

A soft knock on my door drew me to look away and towards Tabya. "Am I driving you back or are you spending the night?"

"Driving me back." I mutter.

She grins and leans against the frame, pulling my phone out and staring at it. "That's good, because guess who just woke up an hour ago?"