And When He Is Here // hayes grier

chapter 1

↠Bradie

I woke up with a lot of excitment for the day. Dylan and I were going shopping for school.
I texted Dylan to let him know that my mom and I were going to pick him up around 1 to go to the mall, as of now it was 11.

I walked into the bathroom that was in my room and turned on the shower. I undressed and threw my clothes into the hamper in the corner of the bathroom. I hopped into the shower and ajusted the temprature. I can never seem to get it the right temprature when i turn it on the first time, but I still try.

I washed my tangle of a mess, brown hair and shaved my tan legs. Then just enjoyed the warm water on my skin for a few minutes. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

I padded my self down with a towel to dry up the acess water on my skin and wrapped my self in the towel. I then grabbed another towel an wrapped up my hair to dry it.

I walked into my room and checked my phone; Dylan had responed.

Dylan: okay

Bradie: You ready for our annual back to school shopping trip !?

Dylan: yep

I stopped responding there. I know he only texted me two words but he wasnt acting the same. Actually lately he hasnt been acting the same. And I know why too. He talks to me about it. I mean we tell each other everything. I hope.

He's been getting bullied you could say. He's getting constant hate from kids at our school. He always had, every since we were younger. I was never sure why either. But someone once told me that some of it is even because of me. People always make fun of him because his best friend is a girl. He's never been good at socializing, the only reason we probably became friends in the first place is because we met when we were younger. But I don't get it, that's not even logical. I'll never get it, unfortunately. I mean, I don't get made fun off for him being my best friend. Not to my face anyway. He gets it to his face. He also has a lot of family issues. All of it just breaks my heart. He's like a brother to me. He is my best friend.

I guess it has kinda been getting him down. I mean every one says family will be here for you not matter what. Some times they just don't care about him. His parents fight all of the time. Some parents try to hide it from their kids, at least do it out of the room. They didn't worry about what their kids heard. I swear they didn't even care if neighbors heard. If Dylan ever texted me and said that his parents were fighting and that he wanted to come over, I think if I listened hard enough I could hear the muffled yells.

When one o'clock came around my mom and I got into the car and headed over to Dylans, just right down the street. As we where heading out the drive way, I noticed the neighbor boys were outside, Hayes and Nash. They were playing basketball, a normal routine for the two of them. Sometimes I did wish I was friends with Hayes. I actually think we could be good friends. And who doesn't want a friend that lives right next door to them?

After a few short seconds we were in Dyl's drive way and my mom honked the horn. Dylan always complains to me that his neighbors don't like honking, but I don't think his neighbors like anything having to do with dylan's family. I got out of the car and went to his front door, despite the honking. 

I heard yelling. Not yelling. Screaming. I usally don't hear it. But when I'm over there I hear it every once in a while. It's either Dylan and one of his parents fights; sometimes both, or just his parents. His front door opened suddenly and I jumped, the fighting was still going on, getting louder once the door opened.

He appered with his genuin smile plastered on his face. "Ready to go?" I'm pretty sure he was laughing at the fact that a simple door opening would startle me.

I smiled back at his smile. "Yeah... every thing okay in there?" I said, guestering towards the house and all the screaming.

His smile faded. I don't think he realized i had heard it. "Oh-uh. Yeah. Nothing new. Same old stuff about my parents getting a divorce."

I was completly shocked. "What? You nev-wait you have never said anythi- divorce?" That's all I could manage to say. I was dumb founded. I thought his family was going to therepy. I thought they were working it out. But, I shouldn't be surprised. I know Dylan isn't either. But when his smile faded it wasn't the only thing I noticed, he looked kind of relieved.

"I know. They decided this morning. I was going to tell you in the car."

I forgot we were still on his porch. All I could do was hug him. So that's what I did. I wrapped him in my arms. Once we let go I noticed a bruise in his face.

"Dyl what's on you're face? Please don't you give me that 'I fell' or something stupid like that. Truth. Now. I thought this hitting stuff stopped? That's what you told me! Dylan!?" I yelled. He told me everything was okay. He told me he was okay. That his family was getting better, that he wasn't getting hurt. Now he's getting hurt, and I'm getting an after effect from it.

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hello that is chapter one. it's mostly just setting up Bradie's life. as of now it isn't very interesting or things are just popping out of no where. as this progresses it will settle down and be more well written. but thank you for starting this: I hope you finish it. also this is my first story I've ever written, so bare with me.