The Boy Behind The Counter

Tampons

"Brady, what are you doing?" My mom asked coming into my room.

"Vine" I answered simply, mom already knows what I do all day everyday but I guess it's just a 'motherly thing'.

I laughed at Alx James, I loved it when I hit the camera. He had this object (I think a pen) with a pom pom at the end, usually hitting the camera when he thought someone wasn't special. Well this vine had Alex and his friends in the car, all the other boys thinking this girl was so hot, even though you can't see her. Alex clearly things she 'not special' and says his famous lines "That bitch is not special". The one in the front seat goes "Don't do it" with the look on his face that my brother gives me when I'm being annoying. Then they try to pull him away from hitting the camera while he yells 'Your not special'.

Mom says I'm wasting my time watching these, and I quote 'no good vines'. Well mom, while your cleaning, I'm watching people who are loved by millions while our neighbors don't even know your name. Besides they are funny, it's just because parents don't find the time to consider them interesting. Apparently where just teenagers with phones and attitudes, never listening to how are parents used to play outside. Outside is awesome don't get me wrong, but between watching funny, hot boys all day and watching tree bark fall..Well call me crazy but I pick the boys.

"Come to the store with me?" My mom suggested. I paused the vine and sighed.

"I don't want to"

"Brady, let's go"

"Why do I have to go?" I crossed my legs.

"I want you to come, your brothers game is today"

"Wait so am I going to the store or the game?"

"Both" She replied simply.

"You said the store mom" I whined.

"Brady, get dressed and in the car"

"Ugh"

I dragged my body from its comforts and stood up. Ever feel like throwing a tantrum like you were five again? I always do. I wasn't one for impressions so I stayed in my outfit. Tight leggings, Nike sneakers and my brothers over sized lacrosse jacket with his name sewed into my right breast.

I climbed into my mom's old beat up truck that she had kept from when my grandfather gave it to her, thirty years ago. I sat in the middle, while me and mom waited for my brother. Braycen came out of the front door with a big bag, his lacrosse stick and huge water bottle. Still he was texting while he was walking, and mom said I was addicted to my phone. My brother managed to get his things in the car but pushed me while doing it. Mom pulled out of the drive way, everyone doing something besides me. Braycen set down his phone then picked it back up to answer another text, I looked at my blank phone. I peeked over my brothers shoulder, he was texting some girl named Leslie. I mouthed the words trying to make sense of this text language nowadays.

Leslie: I want you bae (;

I nearly barfed in my mouth, talk about a slut. For goodness sakes, what is with the madness in the world, what is the reason to be having sex at fifteen. Clearly I'm far behind on what's cool because being called a slut is the new 'in'. I laughed at myself, I truly was a loner, making myself laugh at pathetic jokes. My mom was staring at me all weird and Braycen pushed me.

"Go get tampons for mom" He said.

"You go get them" I crossed my arms.

My brother rolled his eyes, like I was the biggest idiot in the world. It's not like I wasn't, I only just now figured out it would be awkward because he's a boy and well, that explains everything. I climbed over my brother who refused to move, and well it didn't go so smoothly. My knee landed on his junk and he pushed me off of him so fast, his phone and I fell out the car. He reached down to get his phone as fast as he could but I already saw the text.