I woke up super groggy cause I'm still sick. I almost don't wanna get out of bed. Honestly shouldn't but I told Jared I would be able to talk to him today. The things you do for the people you care about. I practically make myself jump out of bed.|| sorry you're not feeling well cause of me ||
|| oh please I've had way worse than a measly cold ||
|| wow you're such a champ anywho do think you'll have enough energy for the trip tmrw? ||
|| after sleeping tonight and on the bus ride I'm sure I'll be fine ||
|| do not stay up too late tonight cause we have to be at school early like at 6 AM early ||
|| oh that's just peachy also you come over now that no ones home ||
|| that sounds wrong ||
|| get your head out of the gutter you idiot ||
|| you're the one who said it ||
|| stop distracting me so I can get ready ||
|| I'm gonna distract you even harder now ||
|| STOP ||
|| fine ||
Why is he like this?
I also get a text from Tyler.// can we talk? In-person? //
\\ not today tmrw we can \\
// k //
I suddenly get a chill.****
I'm too lazy to do anything with hair today so I just go with a messy bun. Hopefully, I don't look too crazy.
"Dang, you look terrible." I sit down on the chair swing on our front porch.
"I am so close to having a migraine from all your judgy comments. So please with everything that is right give me a break once in a while."
"Pfft," He sits down next to me and puts his hands over his head. "Where should I start? We were best friends back in elementary. I know it's a surprise but we were basically inseparable at the time also really immature. We would always play pranks around the kids our age."
"Still are immature."
"I'm serious don't interrupt," I pull my feet up on the chair. "Anyway, we had a fallout once we hit middle school. I knew he was bullying you and I told him to stop. But once he took it too far when he hurt you I stopped hanging around him. I pushed everyone in my life away to keep myself from getting hurt after that. But I knew I wasn't happy. That is until you came along with your optimistic, silly, and really...cute self." He pauses.
"You inspire me and make me want to be a better person. I want to be that person you can rely on Miley. The person that was never there for you in middle school."
Sadly, he's telling the truth. I didn't have that many friends when I was younger. The one thing I wanted more than anything was friends. I was always shy and kept to myself a lot which is probably why he found me vulnerable.
But that day when he pushed me into the street I had a near-death experience. Just a few more seconds and I would have been hit by that truck. Thankfully someone pushed me out of the way but I never once gave my gratitude to that person.
After I found out that we were moving I had never been happier. Still, I had nightmares and PTSD for months about that day and it was all because of Tyler. That's why I can't bring myself to ever forgive him.
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