The Day After He Killed Himself

Chapter 04

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The next morning I was prepared for hell. I knew I had to talk to my brother and I knew things were going to get ugly. I mean it's hard enough to talk to a teenage boy in the morning when he's tired and hungry, but throw hungover into the mix, and things we're on a whole nother level.

I walked over to my brother's room and without knocking I walked inside. He was awake, but looked dead. He was curled up in his bed, holding his stomach. “Hey there.” I said softly as I walked over and sat next to him. “How are you feeling?” I asked as I ran my hands through his hair.

“Don't fucking touch me. Just get the fuck out!” He swatted my hand away.

'okay, moody much?’  I thought as I rolled my eyes. “Not until we talk about last night.” I said. I've always been the more responsible one, but I've never had to drive my brother home from a party whilst he was drunk. “You could have gotten yourself hurt, or worse. I mean you wanted Gray to drive you home!”

“Ya, what's wrong with that?” He asked, super annoyed with me.

“He was drunk!” I yelled. “You really don't see a problem with that situation?”

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes at me. “Stop being my mom, and just get out!’

“Fine.” No bother fighting with him. It's not going to get anywhere. “Just a tip, wear earbuds and a hoodie.”

“Why?”

“Just do it, you'll thank me later.” There's no way he's skipping school, which means lots of loud noises, hence the earbuds. And the hoodie is for bright hallway lights. He could wear sunglasses, but that's a dead giveaway.

“River?” He groaned

“Ya?”

“Your a bitch.” He tried to give me a half smile.

“Back at ya.” I smile back.

I went back to my room and pulled out my Journal. For as long as I can remember I loved writing in this thing. I wouldn't use it much as a diary, I would just write it down my thoughts. I few words, to a few paragraphs. Whatever I'm feeling. It lets me get my thoughts out, without saying them to someone. Some may call it weird, but I call it peaceful.

About an hour later, both my brother and I are ready to head to school. I sat at the kitchen table, going through Instagram whiles eating eggs.

Logan came down the stairs in gray sweatpants and a black hoodie. His hood was pulled up, and his music was so loud we could hear it through his earbuds. “Ready?” He mumbled as he grabbed a piece of toast.

“Ya.” I said as my mom opened her mouth to say something along the lines of Logan what's wrong with you? “It's only the second day of school Logan.” I fake laughed. Hoping my mom wouldn't ask any questions. "Are you really this tired?" I quickly hopped off of the island stool and grabbed my bag. Once we were both out the door I smacked Logan in the back of the head.

“AH!” He let out as he rubbed his head. “What was that for?”

“For being so reckless! I mean your so lucky I didn't tell Mom about your stunt last night. Yet you couldn't make it more obvious.”

“Just stay off my back.” He groaned as he hopped in the driver's seat.

“Oh hell to the no!” I waved a finger through the air.

“What?” He groaned again.

“There's no way you're driving while you're hungover.” I told him bluntly.

“I'm not hungover!” He tried. Though I raised an eyebrow and he sighed dramatically.

"Whatever." He mumbled as he moved into the passenger's seat.

The whole drive to school I kept the music off. Not something I would normally do when I had control of the radio. Though I knew loud noises weren't going to be good for Logan. He might not think so, but I really do care about him.

When we got to school Logan exited the car before I could say anything to him. I grabbed my bag and locked the car. When I turned around I was face to face with none other than Gray Anderson. My heart stopped as my blue eyes met his emerald green ones.

My heart fluttered and I thought I could be dreaming, but no. He was really standing right in front of me! Any confidence I had last night was completely gone because I felt like I was going to puke.

“Hey.” He said kinda quiet. He wasn't his perky self that he always was. He was a weird timid. His hair was messy, when it was normal filled with product. Though the oddest thing of all, we that he seemed a little embarrassed. He was still adorable none the less.

“Hey.” I said back awkwardly.

“Can, can we talk, about, um, last night?” He rubbed the back of his neck as all his football buddies stared at us.

“Ya, ya I actually wanted to talk to you too.” I don't know why I said that, I mean I didn't want to talk to him about it! I made a complete fool out of myself. Everyone knows Gray Anderson is a party boy. No one ever tries to drag him away from parties, or tell him what to do. Yet that's exactly what I did last night.

“Great, but um, can we go somewhere else?” He asks awkwardly as he looked back at his football buddies.

“Ya, of course.” I nodded.

Gray and I walked to a old courtyard on the side of the school. No one ever comes back here so we where guaranteed to have privacy. “Look, I'm sorry. I was completely out of line last night. I don't know what I was thinking. I probably embarrass you in front of all your friends.” I said so quickly I didn't think he even understood me.

He let out the cutest laugh I've ever heard as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I actually wanted to say thank you.”

“What?” I was so shocked and embarrassed my face turned as red as a tomato.

“No one has ever cared so much to drag my drunk ass home when I told them I was going to drive. It meant, it means, a lot. So thank you.”

“But, it couldn't have looked cool in front of your friends.” I said, still extremely embarrassed.

“They were all too drunk to remember anything from last night. At least they were smart enough to get a sober ride home.” This time his face light up with redness and he lowered his head in shame. “Logan is lucky to have a sister that cares about him so much, I wish I had that.” He let out a weak smile that actually melted my heart.

I had the earge to wrap my arms around him and press my lips against his. I wondered how they tasted, probably delicious. I wanted him to lean in right there and then and kiss me, but of course he didn't.

I had no clue what to say to him. Though he luckily said something before it got too awkward. “Well I better go, I don't want to be late to class.”

“Ya, me neither.” We both headed out back to the main doors. Though he stopped me before we could get in. “Are you going to be at the football game Friday?” He asked me, and he almost sounded like he wanted me to be there.

“I dunno. I'm not sure what my plans are.” I told him, not knowing if he actually wanted me to come or not.

“Well I hope to see you there. We might not be able to hang out during the game, considering I'll be in the field.” He let out that adorable little laugh again. “Though maybe we can hang out after? Grab a bite or go to the party or something?"

Is he serious? Is Gray Anderson asking me out on a date!? And to the football party? That means everyone would see us together! Did he really want that?" “Well, if your lucky I'll be there.” I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth. I actually sounded kind of, smooth?” I don't know any more.

Me and Gray both parted ways and went to our lockers. I had no clue how he has feeling, but I was freaking out!

Little did I know, going to that party with Gray wouldn't be the best idea...