I'll Remember

Chapter 30

"Mic?" I pushed the door open, to see him not only just sitting on his bed staring at nothing probably questioning his life, but also shirtless. Why? I've got no absolute clue. I wasn't all that surprised to see that he had a tattoo on his chest, too. everything Mic does is crazy so this is nothing.

"What are you doing?" I mumble, as he completely ignored my question and cleared his throat, recovering from his coughing. "Leo...?" His voice was so deep and gruff for some reason, it kinda scared me.
"Do you...know when your birthday is..?"

My birthday?..I swear, I've never thought about my birthday, ever. In fact, no. No i don't.

I look down, almost feeling guilty, ".uh...No, i don't think so,"
"What about Dad's name?...Do you know it?"
Where are all these random questions coming from?

"U-uh," I stand there in the door way, trying to recall if I've ever heard someone call dad by any other name besides, Mr.Carter.
"No," I sigh.
"Do you know my last name?"
"No, Mic, I don't why are you asking these random questions?" I say mad all of a sudden.

"Questions can be asked, if you have a problem with that," Mic shrugs. How pointless...
"You used to know those questions...You used to know that, Your birthday is the same day as Mom's, you used to know dads name is Jamie, and you used to know, my last name is Hills."
Mic shrugs flipping out a random cigarette box out of no where and just looks at it.

I almost flinched seeing it.
Wait, Jamie, Mom, Hills???....Oh god.

"So what?" I shrug. "I don't know allot of things anymore,"

".....and It's all because of me...." Mic stares at the box in his hands.
Oh my god, this crack head, Why is he blaming the crap on him?

"Stop, blaming that incident on yourself, Y'know it had nothing to do with you." I mumble.
"Y'know what I hate most....?" Micah, sounding like he wanted stab a human.
"When you keep saying that, crap,"

O-oh wow, that really how you feel?

"I...hate that your so cool with all this... You almost died Leo, I almost killed you---"
"Stop saying that, either if you had something to do with it or not, it was a long time ago, the past is the past, worry about the present," I say cutting him off.
"The past...is..the present...You don't remember, and I still completely feel like, sh*t"Mic pulled out a cigarette. "And Mom's gone...I have a feeling....she isn't coming back anytime soon."

Ugh, another guilt trait.

"But when she does..." He then pulls out a lighter from, again, out of no where, "I'll be okay.."

"I'll be okay."
"I'll be okay."
Ugh, this is...the worst conversation I have ever experienced.

"Yeah..." I mumble turning my head in a different direction. "But, 'till then...why don't you try stopping...that, for a while." I say talking about the smoking, and totally hating myself.
Micah got up taking his time to answer me as he headed for the window,
"Nope,"

Okay, I guess it's like that.

"Y'know..it can kill you, right?" I ask. "I mean, it is progressive suicide."

Mic ignores me smoking the cigarette out the window, like that was gonna help anything, our house still smells like a freaking apartment complex. "Whatever," I shrug, trying to act like I don't care. but I do....very much.
"Mic listen..." I said, contemplating about just ditching the scene. "I...care about you...allot."

"Heh, don't be an idiot, Leo."

Oh my god, this kid can really switch up. why's he acting so gd bipolar.

"You don't even know me.." The way Mic just said that...came out like he didn't mean it.
"I could know you, If you weren't so decisive." I mumble, "Decisive? Yeah, okay." Mic.
"Yeah, decisive, your so unusual, and to yourself. How would I get to know you.?"

I love how this conversation can jump from one topic to another. but to be honest, I'm just trying to keep it off mom.

"I don't know you or dad all that well, because Ya'll seem to hate reaching out to me."
Me, almost getting mad.
"Jamie, doesn't like either of us, so that's probably why, but, me? I have my reasons."
I have my reasons??? Alright.
"You have to have a reason to get to know your sibling?" I ask trying to find the logic in that. "Whatev--" The sound of a door slam cut off Mic. The front door I'm pretty sure. I spun my head to the direction, to see, Dad, of coarse. Yikes, talk about bad timing. Is he drunk again? Peeping the way the dude was, trying to walk. Okay, even better.

"Oh, hey dad," I face him as he walked over to the kitchen. "Shut the h**l up, kid. I don't feel like hearing your stupid god d**n voice." Dad says immediately.
Oh wow. Angry.
"U-uh..okay, your angry." I mumble turning back to Mic who was now facing me. "The old man has problems."He sighs. "As do you," Me.
"Ight, get out," Mic mumbles. "And that's why I was leaving, anyway." I shrug backing up. "And," I add before turning around and look Micah in the eye, which is really challenging because I really don't think he blinks, and it's weird.
"I wasn't even in the room," Then walked away closing the door, well at least I tried, but dad almost took out my arm when he grabbed it.

"What the—"

"Leo..." Dad says like he was out of breath, head low and hunched. "Leo, listen to me,"

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