One likes to fight. One hides the truth. One keeps them all in line.
Nadia, Jax, and Angelo are triplets from the imaginary city of New Canton. Their parents have been selling drugs for years, absent from their lives. As a result, the teenagers hav...
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AUGUST
"I still can't believe she left us," Jax spews as we walk side by side to Safeway. "We'll see her back here soon, I guarantee it. She's so stupid."
I let Jax vent about Nadia's move to California. It's been four months since she left and we've all been in contact. I helped her pack early in the morning, got her a taxi to the airport, and kissed her cheek like we all used to do when we were little kids. It's funny Jax still thinks she will come back, especially after we learned she took the "love of her life" with her.
It hurt and I miss my sister, but I agree with her decision and cannot understand why Jax thinks this is so terrible. We can still talk on the phone and video chat, after all, and that's what we've been doing this entire time.
"What do you need here, again?" I carefully ask, looking up ahead at the convenience store.
"Fucking diapers and formula." Jax takes the cigarette from his mouth and throws it on the ground with such force, I flinch.
"But she's not even showing yet and it's been a few months. Do you really think she's pregnant?" I ask while we push the doors open to the store. "Girls do this sometimes, when they really like a guy."
Jax scoffs and starts walking in front of me, straight towards the baby aisle, throwing his hand up in the air. "She's showed me every ultrasound picture. You can see her belly when she lifts her shirt, and she said something about a gender reveal the other day. Plus, what do you know about girls?"
I follow behind Jax and swallow hard. I don't know much about them, I think to myself, shrugging once we've stopped in front of the diapers. "A thing or two."
Jax scoffs again and I can tell he's royally pissed off. His eyes scan the diaper shelf and he eventually reaches out to grab the newborn box, hoisting it against his hip like the child he'll soon be holding. "Any word from Nadia today?"
Once again, I'm following him towards the check out register like a puppy. "No. But I'll try calling when we get home."
"Alright," he tells me flatly while placing the box on the counter, looking up at the sales clerk with his wallet open in hand. "Give me a case of formula. The whole damn case."
***
The truth is that I didn't come out to anyone when Wyatt and me made that little insignificant pact. He didn't agree with this and we had a petty fight about it a couple months ago when it was originally brought it up. However, he still hasn't stopped bugging me about it.
After the trip to Safeway, Jax still an angry young father storming home with yet another cigarette lit, I go to meet Wyatt in the park.
He smiles when he sees me and we hug eachother tight, my arms squeezing him like I haven't seen him in months. But really, he's the only one who is excited here.
