Forever Doesn't Last ... ON HOLD

Reality ... | o6 |

"Another problem nephew ?" a deep voice called to me from behind . I looked back and smiled when I spotted my uncle leaning out the back window of his car. I slipped into the back seat before letting out a sigh. I hated venting to my uncle sometimes. It always made me feel like my problems weren't that big to all my uncle's even though he told me otherwise.

" Obi . I just, I don't like them," I admitted as my uncle as his driver pulled away from the curb.

"Why ?" My uncle asked as the buildings zoomed past us. I shrugged my shoulders as I tried to figure out a way to not sound so harsh about my feelings towards my 'friends'. "Feelings change for a reason,but never let them make you weak ," my uncle said sternly after a moment of silence.

"I know Obi. I can't trust any of them. I don't like any of them. They're not like my friends from Florida . They're all lame as hell. Nat's country as shit. Can't even have a decent conversation with him without hunting being mentioned . When I try he treats me like I don't know what I'm talking about. Jack is so focused on not saying anything to offend anyone he hardly says a word. That's bullshit because he's smart, you know. And he's got interesting things to say but won't say any of them because he thinks Nat will like disown him or something. And fucking Jose! He's just drama. He tried to hit on this girl today and when she wasn't going for his bullshit he started to curse her. & these are the fucking guys my parents want me to be around. Can't I make my own decisions? Live my own life how I want to?" I asked as my face became red with anger. My uncle just nodded his head slowly as he listened to me vent out my frustration.

"I'm not going to get mixed in with bad people like grandpa and Senji . Our situations not even similar. And I can't even use my real fucking name because mom says I won't be able live a decent life with it. I seriously don't know who the fuck Seth Vandel is but he not me!" I shouted as I threw my hands up. I sat there panting for a good five minutes before I realized we had pulled up to my house.

"Then it sounds like you have a lot to talk to with your mom and dad. No one is going to live your life but you. You're twenty-four now, well beyond the age where you need to still be taking orders from your parents. You don't have to do it today but you're going to have to sooner or later. Tell them I said hi, I can't come to dinner Sunday," my uncle said as he fixed his sunglasses. I smiled as I got out the door and closed it. My uncle was my rock and he always knew what to say and what to not say. If my parents had been half as close to me as I was to my uncle, then we probably wouldn't have any problems.