unhappy endings.

Chapter 8.

Travis:

Today has been a weird day. First I woke up at 8:30 which is highly unusual since I always wake up past noon.

I made cereal in my cup- well that was entirely a mistake. Trust me. And I threw my class of milk on the couch instead of the remote. Weird, I know. It was not until I remembered that today is the death anniversary of my parents. Ah the sadness and confusion still lasts until this day. I remember the day  I heard the news. I have been a complete mess. I turned my room upside down and went out drinking. That was my first taste of alcohol. Man was I drunk. I spent an entire day at a pub.

Ever since then , I have been doing a ton of crazy things to forget. I never did.

So I came up with a new , weird remedy. To clean. Yup. I just clean around the house and make sure I have everything that I could use to cook mom and dad's favourite dishes. They used to love pasta. And mom always made a different form of pasta with new ingredients. Also , they loved having desert every night. Whether it was ice cream or some new dessert mom saw on t.v.

Aunt told me to stop destroying my life and just celebrate their lives. Ever since she said that I tried doing what they would do. Other times I would go fishing , alone, and try getting the biggest fish there is. I have not yet seen a lake close by, but I will think of something. Dad always told me to never give up. No matter how impossible things may seem.

With all this thinking, I may get a headache.

After cleaning up the house. Which was not as much work as I thought it would be ,i went out to the store to go get some groceries and , well surprise my guardians. For once.

I decided on making a Mac and cheese dish and for dessert I took some chocolate pudding with ice cream and well a few snacks for my movie night.

I opted to watch a few YouTube videos on how to make the dish. I am not entirely gifted with kitchen skills but I am a killer couch patatoe. And yes. That is all that matters.

Around 9 pm I have finished eating and watched about two movies and I decided on sitting outside to get some fresh air. I think I have several movies left to watch.

Just as I sat down I see a petite figure walking up to my neighbours door. Huh? Is it not to late for visiting? I guess not.

Zooming in , I see a familiar yet unrecognizable face. Weird right? It is like i have seen her but at the same time I do not recall her. Okay maybe I sound crazy saying that but you get what I mean right? No? Oh.

Once I blink I realise that we are making eye contact. Okay maybe not but we are looking in one direction. So... I am guessing we are. Not a moment later she seems to realise it too and slightly shakes her head and proceeds opening the door and entering her home. Mmm. I wonder what that was about.

Not wanting to look into it further I decide to head inside.

              ~~~two hours later ~~~

Just as I was about to get up to go get some more popcorn ,my guardians arrived I told them about dinner.

This has become almost normal. Both my aunt and uncle work at some company which has them working til late. I obviously do not mind it but does tend to get lonely around the house , if I am being honest.

We sat and ate together -since I was hungry yet again - then proceeded in watching the last movie .

We talked about our week and how the new adjustments were.

"Say Travis , you got into any new trouble?" Asks my aunt.

"No ma'am. I have been nothing but an angel this week. I might do the opposite next week" at my last sentence, a couch cushion flies my way.

"Okay. Okay. I am just pulling your leg. Jeesh. But on the real tho, I am trying to be good. I have been labeled a gangster so far. But I swear, I done nothing wrong.  I honestly do not know why people call me that."

"Well Mr.gangster , it could be your resting bitch face or maybe the fact that you wear all black and still, you have no friends." Suggests my uncle. I cringe at the resting bitch face part. Mostly because it is very true.

"Hey you are no fair. I too , have friends. There is my English teacher, Mrs. Johnson, who asks me about my day. Or ,no wait Mr Fingly definitely dislikes me. I got it. I spoke to two annoying girls. I might not know their names, or remember their faces, but I have a pruding feeling that we would become great friends. "

" Right. Now why don't we all go to bed and you sir, you could atleast try to remember the face of your pending friends. And remember, be a nice asshole. You do need atleast one friend. "

"Okay fine. But just so you know, I have been nice. I apologized after being mean. That must count for something. "

"Yeah yeah. Night asshole."

"I heard that!

"You were supposed to Sherlock. "

With that I turn off all the lights downstairs and head upstairs to finally retire to my bed where I almost immediately fall asleep.