Anger Issues

eighty one

Jessica

Tyler, Janice and Kevin left, while Austin and I were cleaning up the equipment we used.

"That wasn't bad," Austin mentioned. "They're not gonna have it down by tomorrow," I shook my head. "Why?" He asked.

I looked at the time on my phone. "It took them over an hour to learn the first thirty seconds. It's not their fault, we just won't have enough time," I explained.

"We can still try," he put his arm over my shoulder. As we walked out of the school and towards the car, I started driving towards Austin's house to drop him off.

"I've been so bored at home," I complained. "Me too. We still have like, two and a half weeks until we're done being grounded," Austin said. "I know," I nodded.

As the conversation died out, I started thinking about what happened at lunch today. That's when it clicked.

"You and Kyle fake argued," I realized. "Mhm," he nodded. I smiled, rolling my eyes. "Why?" I asked. "Because we hoped that it would make you guys help each other- which it did, thank us later," he sarcastically said.

"Well planned," I let out a soft laugh. "Thank you," he smiled.

After the short drive, I stopped in front of Austin's house.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said, opening the door. I waved to him as he walked up to the door, disappearing into the house.

I was already anxious to go home, not knowing what to expect. Dads secret was eating at me, but I couldn't say anything. I knew that I wanted to tell Mom, but knowing the chances of them getting a divorce scared me even more. Then there would be custody issues, financial issues, and.. it would just be crazy.

When I got home, it was quiet. "Mom? Dad?" I shouted. "They're not home!" I heard Noah say.

I sighed and dropped my bag, going upstairs. "Where are they?" I asked. "Moms at work, Dads.. I don't know," he said.

Just as he finished the sentence, someone had walked through the door.

I went back down, seeing Mom set her things down. "How was school?" She asked.

Wait.. what?

She hardly ever asked me that anymore.

"Good, I guess.." I said, skeptical of her. "Where's Noah?" She asked. "Upstairs. What happened?" I questioned.

"I don't understand," she looked at me. "You're acting different," I mentioned. "I did yoga this morning. I meditated with a few people after work. I'm relaxed. I feel relaxed," she smiled at me, before going upstairs.

I turned around, seeing Noah look just as confused as I was. "I'm not gonna complain," he put his hands up.

I nodded in agreement. She deserved to feel that way.

"Anyway, I'm making tacos," Noah said. "Oo, I'll help," I smiled. "I need to buy stuff," he said, grabbing the keys. "You can do that," I dipped. "Thanks," he laughed, before walking out the door.

I sat on the couch and started watching TV, having nothing else to do. Nite came and jumped onto my lap, resting with me while I gently pet him.

Austin

"Austin!" Becca shouted from her room. "What?" I yelled back. After a few seconds, she appeared at my doorway.

"I need you to take me to the craft store," she said. "Why can't someone else take you?" I complained. "Mom said you should," she answered.

I groaned, before standing up. "Fine," I said. Following her downstairs, I took the keys off the table, and went to the car.

"What do you have to get?" I asked. "A few things for a project," she said. "What do you have to do for the project?" I asked. "I need to make something that represents the bombing of Hiroshima, and how it was advertised as good or bad during its time," she said.

"Is this for history or actual art?" I asked. "History," she said. I shook my head. "Your school actually makes things interesting," I said. Becca was talented from the beginning. Ever since I could remember, she's been into art.

Even her taste in music is something else. She listens to every possible genre of music out there.

Becca's the artist of the family, and I'm the dancer. That leaves Caleb to be the musician, but we all took part in each other's activities.

Caleb has a keyboard in his room, along with two guitars and a bass guitar, and even a drum set in the garage. He was super talented.

Our parents, luckily have devoted time and money to help us individually have sections for art. Mine was the basement, where the studio was, Caleb has the garage, and Becca has part of the garage, and the shed for art.

I couldn't be more thankful for the things they've done for us, and allowed us to do.

She took out her phone, and started scrolling through random stuff. "Stop mocking me," I said. "I didn't get myself grounded for a month," she defended. "I didn't either, Dad grounded me," I corrected. "Because or something you did," she argued. "I had my reasons," I said.

She paused for a second. "What even happened?" She asked. I sighed. "Jess went to a party and asked me to pick her up, and when I did some guy started with me, and the cops showed up," I quickly explained. "Do Mom And Dad know that story?" She asked. "They weren't supposed to, but yeah," I said.

She nodded. "You'll get it soon, though. At least it wasn't long," she shrugged.

After spending what felt like an hour at the craft store, we made our way home, where we were greeted by a pleasant surprise.

"I got my first relocation," Dad told us. "Where?" I asked. "The Bahamas," he cheesed hard. "Really?" I laughed. Becca smiled. "Are we going with you?" She asked. "For a few days, yes," he nodded.

"Are you serious?" I asked. "More serious than ever," Dad laughed, nodding. "When is it?" Becca asked. "Not soon, I'll let you know when you need to start packing," he told us.

"How long are you gonna be gone?" I asked. "Not long. Maybe two weeks," he shrugged. I stayed silent. I know Dad and I haven't had the best relationship, but he's never left home for more than a few days for work.

"Don't worry, it'll be quick," he assured us. "Yeah," I nodded.

"Austin, help me set the table for dinner," Mom said. "Okay.."

A/N- ya girl has had zero motivation to write since summer started