It had been almost a week since the party and the wedding. Surprisingly, things were normal. I half expected things to be wierd I guess, which is kinda ridiculous because it hadn't been after the first kiss.
I was about to head out to Bradys. He was leaving tonight with his family to go to Fort Wayne and needed some strings for his bass. Of course he decides to break them right before they're suppose to leave and he didnt have time to run to the store and buy more. I had spare parts for all of the boys' instruments. After each tour I would just end up with these things, I honestly had no idea why I'd always find them. You know, finders keepers.
I walked down stairs and heard my parents arguing. "What are you even doing? No just stop, I'll do it myself." Was that my mom shouting?
"Fine, you can do it." My father replied clearly frustrated.
I reached the bottom of the stairs and went into the kitchen to see what all the fuss was about. "Get out already, I got it." My mom told my dad.
"Um, is everything okay?" I asked worried and confused.
"Of course dear!" My mother said all to quickly.
"Okay..? Well, Im gonna go drop something off to Brady and be back in a bit."
They waved me off and I got in my car. That was strange. My parents never fight and if they do its never like that. My mom was just so...cruel. And my poor father looked defeated. Had this been going on for long? I guess I havent spent much time at home lately..
I got to Bradys and immediately wrapped him into a hug. "You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I just needed a hug." I smiled at him.
We talked for a bit while he restrung his bass. He was complaining about having to go to this family thing and how he just wanted to lay in his boxers and watch Breaking Bad. "Thanks Brady for that image! I didnt need to know that."
He laughed, "Shut up! We've done that together!"
My eyes got huge, "Brady that was one time! And it wasnt even my underwear, it was a bathing suit top and your shorts!"
"Still counts! Its basically the equivalent to what I was wearing."
I rolled my eyes and threw a pillow at his face. I couldnt believe he brought that up. The sad part is, it was only last summer. The A/C had gone out in his house so we went swimming and then watched tv in the living room in as little clothes as possible. That day was like the longest day of our lives, having to try to keep cool waiting for the guy to come and fix the A/C which took for-fucking-ever.
The Szuhaj's had to get going so I left to go back to my house. One of our cars was gone and I wondered where my parents had gone. Hopefully they had left together. I shook that thought from my head. It was just one fight, I had nothing to be worried about. Then why did something feel so off?
I had decided to spend the rest of my evening the way Brady had wanted, in my pajamas watching my favorite show, Pretty Little Liars. I texted him telling him about this and he texted back saying he hated me. Ah, bestie love.
It was just passed midnight when I heard a noise. I was falling asleep so I figured it was just my imagination. I heard a crash. "What the fuck?" I looked around my room to find something that could be used as a weapon. I settles for a candlestick and made a mental note to keep a bat in my room from now on. I creeped down the stairs. The kitchen light was on and I heard whispering. I stepped closer until I could hear.
"Look what you did! You cant do anything right!" It was my mother. I let out a breath I didnt realize I had been holding.
I was heading back up the stairs so I didnt interrupt what they were doing when I heard, "What is with you lately? Nothing I ever do is right anymore." It was my father talking now.
I stayed put to listen, curiousity getting the best of me. "Oh so now everything is my fault. You know what just forget it. Clean up the mess YOU made and you can stay on the couch tonight." Footsteps were coming closer so I ran back up to my room. Shortly after I heard a door slam.
I was sitting on my bed trying not to freak out. It was just a fight, it was just a fight. I wasn't believing it anymore. I saw a shadow under my door which I assumed was my father going to try and fix things with my mom. I took this opportunity to grab my keys and make a getaway to my car.
I didnt really know where I was going but I just had to get out. I realized I needed to find a destination soon because the tears pouring out of my eyes were hindering my vision. I finally stopped in front of a house and hit my recent calls. "Hello?" A half sleepy voice answered.
"You were asleep...nevermind. I'll talk to you later." I was about to hang up.
"No, whats wrong?"
"Im outside." The phone clicked signaling he had hung up.
I was barely out the car when the front door opened and he came rushing out to me. Tears were still running down my face. I ran into his arms and just broke down. He pulled me inside and up the stairs to his bedroom. We sat on his bed and he just let me cry until I got it all out. Once I stopped, I pulled away to look at him. I kissed his lips. He kissed back automatically, pulling away only to kiss the last few tears on my face away. I layed down and pulled him on top of me. The kissing became more intense, "Dalton, its okay." I breathed. This was it.
