Indifferent

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Jamie fell asleep with the chip bag lying on his chest, one leg propped up and the other laid straight.

I turned the television off and propped up on my bed so I was comfortable.

I threw myself under the blankets and laid there as I couldn't tug it all on me since Jamie was lying closer to the end, on top of the blanket.

Then, I began to ponder.

I really didn't understand why everyone made it such a big deal.

I'm eighteen, I should be able to make my own decisions.

I should be the one telling myself what's best for me and only me.

I chewed on the inside of my lip as I thought about this decision.

Even though my mom and Jamie were kind of right, with the whole 'it's dangerous and you're black and blah blah', they really couldn't stop me from doing this.

Like what the hell?

I sat up in agreement with myself and hopped off my bed, walking to my bathroom, shutting the door and pacing back and forth while repeatedly opening and closing my fists.

"They can't tell you what to do." I nodded, murmuring to myself proudly, but my face in a confused expression.

"I mean— well—" I pushed my neck forward and took a small breath. "well theoretically they can b— no, really it's my decision."

There was a small knock on the door which instantly stopped me from speaking to myself.

"Yea?" I called.

"Why you talking to yo self?" Jamie asked, his back probably against the door.

I rolled my eyes and let out a harsh breath, not wanting to talk about this anymore, then I opened the door and crossed my arms.

I stared up at him and he walked right past me and looked at him self in the mirror, in awe.

Then, he leaned down towards the mirror and ran his palm along his head as he sang out to himself.

"Ooooooo yo boy looking too clean." He snickered as he grasped his jacket and flared it a little and licked his lips.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him out of the way.

"What time is it?" I questioned as I began looking for some clothes.

"Like—" Jamie started, then trailed off as he got caught in the mirror again.

"Hello?" I huffed as I snapped my fingers. "What time is it?"

He looked down at his gold watch.

"I dunno." He shrugged, his lips pursed.

I took in a long, irritated breath.

"You have on a fucking watch." I lowly said to him.

"Bruh—" He slouched, throwing his arms out in a 'duh' expression. "It's for decoration."

He wiggles his wrist around at me and turns back to the mirror.

I began walking with a dismissive wave of my hand and turned out of the bathroom, going towards my phone.

It read 6:30.

At first my face twisted up in confusion, but then it made sense.

We got off at 3:30 and got here at about 4. Came to watch a movie and then, Jamie fell asleep so I turned the movie off and here we are.