Happy Little Pill

Happy Little Pill (BoyXBoy)

Hey guys! This is my first time in 4 years trying to write something, so please give me some pity D: This is also my first time writing a boyxboy story! I've graduated high school and my spelling and grammar is 10 times better than what it once was. I hope you guys enjoy! Vote, Comment, and Like :-*

-Kayla<3

p.s. Im still working on the title, Happy Little Pill is a song from Troye Sivan, I would recommend listening to it c:

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        Having to attend any kind of funeral is always sad, seeing the family members crying over a open casket of a person who can no longer smile, talk, or breathe. I've never been the kind of person to go to funerals, the overwhelming smell of hundreds of flowers and random food people bring in for the family to eat, makes my stomach turn over. Not to mention the slide show of pictures of the dead and a song that reminds people of them that plays over and over again. I think the worst thing that the dead's loved ones have to do is go through every ones pity hugs and condolences. 

        But this funeral was completely different, I fought through the smells of the flowers, the piles of random food sitting on a table in the other room and the people crying over the open casket. I kept watching the slide show with the same song that played over and over again. Having to hug and hear everyone condolences before they got to the casket, killed me. I wanted to run away from the building and never come back. I wanted to go back to last week when my family wasn't broken, when we were at home watching re runs of Friends and eating junk food for hours upon hours. But that cant happen, not anymore. 

        After the viewing was finally over, my mother and I filled up our Ford  Explorer with all sorts of food and flowers. We hardly made eye contact but when we did, all mom would do is put her hand over mine and say ,"I love you." After we loaded everything up, we started to head home. It was silence half way into the ride. I hate silence so I turned on the radio and the first song that came on, nearly broke me... 

"I remember the day you told me you were leaving. I remember the make-up running down your face. And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them, like every single wish we ever made. I wish that I could wake up with amnesia, and forget about the stupid little things. Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you, and the memories I never can escape"

         Right then and there I started bawling like a baby, covering my face and pulling on the front of my hair. Not even a minute later I felt my mother holding and rocking me back and forth. 

"Shh... It's going to be okay, you have to be strong. Be strong for Emily, she wouldn't want you to be like this."  Mom whispered hoarsely in my hear.

But I couldn't handle it, I kept crying and weeping. My little sister was my best friend, and to have her ripped away from my life so quickly has ruined me. After about 15 minutes of my mom comforting and rocking me back and forth, I eventually stopped crying and pulled away from my moms grasp. I sniffled and wiped away my tears with my sleeve. My mom smiled at me and ran her hand through my now messy hair, then pulled off from the side of the road and continued our way back to the house. Once we got back to the house, I noticed something was off... All of my moms plants were in pots, and the porch swing was in the process of being taking down. And parked right in our driveway was a huge moving truck. I looked over at mom with worried eyes and arms full of food and flowers.

"Mom, what the fuck is going on?!" I yelled over my shoulder.

She,walked up beside me and glanced at the ground with a sigh," Can we please talk about it when we finish putting everything away?'

I nodded and went into the house setting everything on the dinning room table. That's when I noticed boxes everywhere. Pictures that once hung on the walls were put away, our china cabinet that we had in the dinning room was no longer there, and the huge chandelier was no where to be seen. After making 3 different trips, in and out of the house, we finally got everything out of the truck and into the house. i leaned up against the table and took off my tie and ran my hand through my hair.  My eyes followed my mom as she made her way into the kitchen and getting into her alcohol stash in the top cabinet about the stove. Mom hardly ever drinks, only on special occasions or when she goes to the vineyard with my Auntie. But tonight was different, I hesitantly walked into the kitchen and leaned up against the counter opposite from her and watched her take a drink of some of her hard liquor. 

"So... Can you please tell me now, why is everything is packed up? Why is there a moving truck in our drive way? What is going on?!" I didn't mean to yell, but I couldn't help it at the end.

My mom rubbed her temples and took another drink of the mystery liquor making a hissing sound after. She then looked at me with saddened eyes and sighed again. 

"Lucas, do you remember your Grandpa Al?"

I slowly nodded, memories of him rushing to my head.

"Well, you know that you and I both cant stand to be in this house. Especially without..." My mom stopped and started to croak, but quickly regathered herself and started over.

"Grandpa Al offered us to come live with him until we got back on our feet. So I took the offer."

I stared at her wide eyed, my heart in my throat. "S-so we're moving away...?"

"Yes... After Emily's burial."

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        After putting most of the food in tupperware bowls, and flowers in vases, I walked slowly up to my room. Today took so much out of me and it wasn't for the best. I never thought this day would come, not this soon. When I walked into my room, mom had already sent my uncles and aunts to start packing up my stuff, along with the rest of our things. My once full closet was empty, my book filled  bookshelf was now a pile of wooden pieces and my books were in boxes, and my posters and pictures were off my wall. I sighed and started to get undressed, putting my suit in with the rest of my boxed up clothes, and dug out a pair of sweats and a hoodie. Luckily they didn't pack up my bed or my night stand. I'm assuming mom told them not to, since she knew that my night stand was for my personal things and I needed my bed for at least one more night. I climbed into bed and plugged in my dead iPhone, and setting it right by my clock. 

       I laid in bed, turning on my lamp and waited for my phone to turn back on, I could go on my laptop but its probably packed up too. As I waited, I could hear my mom stumble up the stairs and groggily walk past my room and stopped in front of Emily's... The sound of her opening her door sent a shiver down my spine. We haven't stepped foot in that room for almost a week. I know she didn't go in, I would've heard the first couple floor boards creak. We were supposed to fix that a few months ago, but it never happened. After a few minutes of silence, she eventually closed the door and walked to the end of the hall to her room. She would cry herself to sleep again. She has been since we found out about Em. Once my iPhone turned on  all of my social media notifications were blasting, my inbox was full, and it was all condolences. Except for one missed call and voice mail. I knew who it was from and I wasn't talking to him. Not after what he did to this family. After clearing my inbox and checking all of my social media accounts, I put my phone under my pillow and opened my drawer, pulling out our family photo, the one with him in it. Before everything went to shit.  

"I just dont understand... How could all of this break in 2 short years."  I muttered to myself. 

        Tears started streaming down the side of my face as I stared at the picture longer and longer. Finally I wipped off my face and gripped the photo in my hand, holding it to my chest as I turned off my lamp and laid on my side. I needed to sleep. Tomorrow would be the longest day for myself and my mom. I closed my eyes and within 5 minutes I was sleeping and dreaming about when our family wasnt broken.