I Guess We'll Never Know (adopted by fob)✔

Fourty-Six

I had managed to slip into the routine of waking up, going to school, coming home, doing homework, eating, doing more homework, showering, bed, and repeat. It is mind numbing, but also comforting. It was something I couldn't fuck up. "Ty, you've been doing the same thing for two weeks straight, maybe some fresh air would do you some good." That was how I ended up with Patrick on a Wal-Mart run. I wasn't happy with my routine being tampered with, but I got some stuff out of it, so I wasn't complaining. After the small run, Patrick asked if I wanted to go anywhere else. "Can we go back home, so I can finish my homework?" He sighed and ran a hand through his messed up, blonde hair. "Ty you can't hide from everything, I get that this is hard for you, but you have to get out and act like a human." I huffed and crossed my arms. "Fine, I'll take you home, but tonight we're having people over, and you have to interact." I groaned and nodded. When we got home, I barricaded myself back into my room, sitting on the floor surrounded by books, paper, pencils, markers and my laptop. Music played into the background and I tuned everything out, focusing on the copious amount of homework I have.

"Ty!" Pete bounded down the steps into my room and looked down at me on the floor. I have a hand in a bag of chips and another hand wrapped around a pencil, writing in my History notebook. "Can't talk." "Well too fucking bad, we have guests and if I remember correctly, you told Patrick you'd be social tonight." I mentally slapped myself for agreeing to it. "Ugh fine, I'll just stay up and work on this later." Pete's eyes softened and he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay? You seem stressed and tired." I shrugged. "I'm fine, I have my ACT coming up, and my finals." He locked his eyes with mine and tried to search for any proof that I'm lying. "With how much you're working, I better see good grades on that report card." He let go of my shoulder and beckoned for me to follow him upstairs. Clad in sweatpants and an old, cropped AC/DC shirt, I stepped out from the stairs leading to my bedroom and surveyed the room. I spotted two people I haven't said a word to in two weeks. They looked at me and moved forward, as if they were coming up to me. The moved around me and greeted another person. I turned and felt my heart plummet into my stomach. I quickly found Patrick and punched him in the shoulder. "What the hell was that for!" "For inviting Jake. I'm going back to my room." I went to leave, someone catching me by the waist instead.

"No you're not, Ty it's been two damn weeks! You have to be social! You're going to tear to yourself apart if you continue this!" Pete's grip on my waist loosened a bit. I wrenched myself away from him and stared at the two men. "I can't believe you'd invite him without telling me! Maybe I find comfort in the same damn routine I've put myself in! It's something I can't fuck up." I watched their faces fall from angry into worry and sadness. "Ty, you could've told us what's going on." "No I can't. Because I made a mistake, I've made my bed, now I must sleep in it." I stomped inside, heading for the kitchen. I don't know what I'm looking for, but I found something upon opening the fridge. I pulled out two of the 4 cans of Monster in the fridge, and went to retreat downstairs. "I want you to come up every hour." Patrick's voice rang in my ears and I found myself nodding.

I went down the stairs to my room, freezing when I saw the three people standing in it. I looked down at the homework circle I had built. "Is this what you've been up to for the past two weeks? Work?" I set my drinks down on my desk, that is covered in books and discarded lyric paper. My eyes focused on a picture of the three boys and I. I looked so happy, and for some reason, I didn't recognize her. "You look like hell." A bitter laugh fell from my lips. "I feel like hell." "Why are you doing this to yourself Ty?" I didn't want to answer the question. I didn't want them to know that I needed them. I can do just fine on my own. "I don't know what you mean." "Don't be like that Tyler. You made a mistake and all the sudden, you've become a whole different person. I haven't seen you smile once. You don't even look at the boys and I. You keep blowing off practice, which we still hold. You act as if we never exsisted." "What do you want me to say? Look I'm sorry for being hormonal bitch all the time? I'm sorry for making mistakes? I'm sorry for having a fucked up head where one thing goes wrong and all the sudden my fucking life is over? What the hell do you want me to say Max!"

It was quiet and all I could hear was the muffled talking from upstairs. "We didn't mean it like that and you know it." "Oh do I? I'm sorry for yelling at you over some stupid bitch and causing all this drama. I'm sorry for caving in on myself. I'm sorry for shutting you two out." "That's all we wanted to hear."