15- What should I tell?

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Well there's a long story. I sigh. I'm willing to listen to whatever you have to say, I wanna know what bothers you most days and how I can help. He gives me a caring look turns the car off and waits. No we got a party to get ready for. I say trying to change the subject. He just stares at me. Ugh long story short, ever since I could remember, I've always had to hold my brother down because of how crucial my parents were. They had no control of there drinking and foul words. I just despise them and hate the words Mom and Dad. I say rubbing my arm. Ill always be around to help. He kisses my forehead and starts the car again to drive off and shop. I just wanted to know to not be so clueless. He says. I see. I say. After a little while of driving singing to the radio and being weird, we pulled up to the Macy's. I have money for- he interrupts me. Why's you think I bring you here in my own choice to make you use your OWN money stupid. He says punching my arm. I feel awkward. But I like when you're stupid its cute. He says and we both smirk while he puts his arm around me.

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