Brayden's POV
"You're a rat.""I love you too, Mom. Talk to you later."
"If you even remember. Or care."
"Uh huh. Bye mom."
"Don't hang up on me you little rat."
"Ohhhp, mom I'm going through a tunnel, b..bye."
"You don't even have a car idiot."
I hang up, the phrase "No shit, Sherlock," running through my head. Of course I don't have a car. I live in a small community, where everything worth my time is at most a thirty minute walk. I have no need or desire to own a car; them being just another way for the government to get money and keep tabs on the residents of the United States.
Anyway, before I go off on a tangent and rant for six or seven hours, my phone rings. I almost ignore it, thinking it's my mother, but I look at the screen and see that it's May. I never expected my heart to flutter with anxiety upon seeing someone call me, and yet, it does.
"H..hello?" I ask, cursing myself for stuttering. Dammit, I can't get through anything without acting like an idiot can I?
"Brayden? Are you okay?"
"Yes. Sorry. I'm just finished talking to my mom and she always puts me on edge and... I shouldn't have said that."
"No. No. You're fine. It's good to talk about how much your family drives you crazy. I mean, I have crazy family too. My mom left when I was young, and my dad raised me all by himself. See? crazy family for all."
"Y..yeah, I guess. So, what's up?"
"Huh?"
"You called me."
"Oh yeah. Want to go to dinner tonight?"
"Oh, May, uhm..."
"Come on, Brayden, you never socialize, and I want to fix that."
"Fine. Where?"
"You choose. I don't care. I'm the one dragging you out of your house for three hours, so you at least get to choose where we eat."
"THREE HOURS??? Are you insane?"
"Oh come on. Haven't you ever been on a date before?"
"Th..this is a d..date?"
"Shit." I hear her mutter. "N..no. Of course not, we're just two friends hanging out."
"You're a bad lier May Sieclara."
"And you need to choose where we eat Braydon Saxalee."
"Fine, how about we meet at..."
I tell he where we will meet and what time to get there, getting the socializing for tomorrow night instead of tonight so that I can prepare. It's truly boring stuff."Great! I'll see you there."
"Bye, May."
I hang up, and get some dinner. I eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, as I have nothing left in my house, and I in no way want to leave the house. After eating, I throw away my paper plate, and head to bed. I have to rest up for my "not a date" date.
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Good morning, noon, or night, whatever time it is where you are. I'm sorry about the extremely short chapter, but I have so many ideas for other characters and none for Brayden, I'm not afraid to tell the truth. I'm a writer that goes to school and has a life, I don't have much time for writing. (Don't listen to the me having a life part, it's total crap.) Anyway, I hope to come up with a great idea for Brayden's date, although he will deny it until his death.
As always, comment and vote, and I will try to get another chapter up soon, maybe even tonight, I'm in a writing mood. Ta-ta for now!!
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