Beauty is a Disease

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I woke up the next morning with a rare smile on my face as the buttery rays of bright sun shone through the window.

But it was quickly replaced my a frown as I remembered that I had to met up with Sam.

I stopped my thoughts with a roll of my eyes, knowing that I was beyond ecstatic to see him. Even though the reasons were a little... iffy. I shot Brandy a text as I was still in bed, saying that I was going out again today with Sam.

Her response? Asking when so she could help me pick out what to wear.

I laughed and told her that I was perfectly capable of dressing myself and got up to go shower.

Putting my hair in a messy bun, because who cares, I went to my closet to browse through my clothes when my phone pinged with a text from Sam, telling me that he was currently on the way to my house.

I replied with a simple, "okay, see you soon" and continued my quick quest to find something to wear.

Hastily finding a nicer pair of sweats and a loose sweatshirt, I threw them on and grabbed my bag to head outside.

Sam pulled onto my street a short time thereafter and I hopped in, clicking on my seatbelt.

"So," I started.

"So..." Sam said.

"You're parents are home."

He nodded. I looked down at his white knuckles, holding the steering wheel too tightly.

"Sam-" he cut me off.

"It's nothing."

"It's not nothing!" I exclaimed. "Sam, I get that you are angry at them, but they are still your parents."

"Barely," he grumbled.

I knew he was right, they were barely his parents, but they were, even a sliver. We pulled into the parking lot and got out, walking into the coffee scented place.

After ordering our drinks, we sat down at a small, secluded table in a tucked away corner of the building.

"Okay," I began. "What happened last night?"

He blew a large sigh, his minty breath slightly fanning my face. "Well, they were standing in the dark living room - kind of weird, by the way - seemingly just waiting for me to get home. And I blew up on them a little bit because it's the first time I've seen them in two months, what else was I supposed to do? Let them off the hook, let them go with a warning? I don't want to put up with this anymore."

I nodded slowly, letting all of Sam's words sink into my mind. I was going to try and give him the best advice possible, I wanted to put myself into his shoes and give him an honest opinion, but still show some empathy and compassion towards him.

I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by the barista calling Sam's name and mine shortly after. Getting our drinks was a hassle, sliding through a dozen people and plenty of "excuse me"s.

We sat back down at the table sitting by itself, and I continued talking. "Sam, I honestly don't know what I would do in this situation, because I'm not you. But... if I were, my best advice to you is talk to them." He immediately opened his mouth - no doubt to protest - but I cut him off before he could do so. "I know, that isn't what you wanted to hear from me, that's probably what everyone else would say too. But, I am going to say that I think you should wait for a few days. You're still obviously angry and I think that talking now would just make it worse. So, lay low, chill, then approach your parents and see what they have to say."