The Preppy and the Tramp (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 10

"If you're fighting her, then you're fighting me!"
~My best friend.
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"Wake up!" Roger yelled, banging on the door. I fell off the bed and laid on the cold dark floor. Cecilia laughed and I heard a pillow being thrown.

My mood was worse today. I don't know why. I just didn't feel like talking. So instead of laughing along, I got up and quickly brushed my teeth. Running out of the small house that is going to be gone in a week and a half.

This stress is building up on me and I don't know how to handle it. Especially when I want scream but with Roger walking along side me, it was hard to do that.

"I'm going to fight somebody." I muttered out loud and looked to see Roger's reaction. He looked at me with a smile and shook his head.

"We all want to fight somebody."

"You'd make a really good fortune cookie."

"I didn't even advice."

"I was being sarcastic."

"You're horrible at it. What's up your ass? The boys-"

"Shut up will you?" I asked fixing his bed hair. Roger sighed and looked over at me. "What?"

"Nothing. You just remind me of somebody."

"You don't know how many times I've been told that throughout my life."

"Cecilia and I use to have an older brother." Roger said. I grew silent and waited for Roger to continue. "He wasn't much older than I was, we were only kids but I remember we use to fight a lot but hug it out in the end. I don't know, I guess my sister and I knew back then who we were and we didn't really agree with my parents, as young as we were."

I looked at Roger with a silent nod. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. Roger sighed and looked up at the pitch black sky.

"He use to take care of all of us when my parents got sick of us. But then, who would have guess-"

"You don't have to tell me. Roger, honestly, please. Don't think you have to tell me because I told you mine. I-I don't know. I'm sorry but it's just." I shut up when Roger put a hand over my mouth. I looked between the hand and the man.

"I'm telling you because I've been keeping this up for a long time and I need to let this out. This is for me. Not you. I just need somebody to talk to who actually understands what it means to loose somebody, okay? Other than my sister."

I nodded, still not being able to talk. My heart races for some reason but I didn't let that distract me from Roger. We continued to walk.

"He got something when my parents were away. My sister and I were still young and my parents didn't bother to teach us how to work the land line or what to do during emergencies. And my brother, we didn't know what was wrong with him, he just kept throwing up. So like any normal person, we made him lay down and put a cold towel over his head. But that didn't seem to work because he kept throwing up. And soon, we finally were able to realize something was wrong and dialed 911 like they say at school. But it was to late."

"To late?" I asked, my body froze. Roger had his back to me but I knew he must have been crying a bit.

"But you remind me of him just now with the look on your face. You have his hair and eye color to, which is weird." Roger said, his voice cracking. I touched my hair and felt a bit disgusted by myself. "I guess that's why I was so nice to you and took you in, I think that was a small reason. Because you looked like him and it's been chewing me up. I'm sorry."