inadequate ☠ afi + lrh • mgc/cth (boyxboy)

l.r.h

July 1, 2014, 4:56 p.m

michael and I were downstairs, sitting in the loves seat together. I was in his lap, and my brother were on the opposite couch and my mom was sitting in the chair.

we all busted out laughing at my mom as she continued telling her story of this woman at the hospital.

"what was I suppose to do?" she said glancing around as if she was looking for her parents if they were around listening, "I don't clean up shit, and this woman stood there with her arms crossed expecting me to his walk over and pick it up and clean," she said as we all died laughing, bringing tears to my eyes.

"did you clean it?" michael asked as my mother looked offended.

"hell no!" she laughed as we did, before she sipped on her fourth wine cooler.

my mom hardly ever drink, but when she does she drinks her girly drinks. she's had quite a few, so that's why she was swearing. or else she wouldn't be.

"I told her i'm not anyone bitch and I tossed her two ziplock baggies and told her to 'get to work' and walked out the room and came straight home. no one is going to take a load on their bed on purpose and expect me to pamper them," she said as Ben was dying in laughter. he thought it was the funniest and he also had one of the funniest laughs, so it made everything funnier.

"hey, don't worry Liz, at least you didn't have to clean the shit up," michael said making her eyes go wide and nod in agreement.

she sighed shaking her head and standing up, "I need medicine," she said, "and a nap."

"alright, we're gonna head out anyways," my brothers said, as they hugged and kissed my mother and hugged me before heading out and michael and I went upstairs to my room.

"Mario, or Pokemon?" michael asked as I shrugged.

"Mario," I answered as he set up the wii and I sunk into my bean bag chair, and michael joined me.

"you hear about Ashton?"

my brow raised, curious about him. I haven't talked to Ashton in two weeks. of course it was my fault. I pushed him away.

"no, what about him? is he okay?"

he nodded his head, making relief come to me.

"his dad came back in the picture," he said and I stopped playing the game and my eye sight shot to michael, not believing if I had heard him right.

"what?"

he nodded his head, "yeah. they ran into each other at the gas station and he's going to stay with him the eighth," he said and I nodded.

"that's a day after his birthday," I added and michael rolled his eyes.

"no shit Sherlock," he said as I glared, giving him a punch in the arms.

we continued playing the game, until we bored ourselves out and decided to call it a night, and we laid down I bed. he laid at the bottom and I laid at the top.

I couldn't help but to worry about Ashton. what was his dad going to be like? what I he isn't anything Ashton thought of and it ruins him? I would hate for that to happen.

maybe I should just text him. sending him a text wouldn't hurt, would it? no just one. I don't even have to reply back. I just have to let him know that I don't hate him.

to: Ashton
hey...heard about your dad...hope things turn out the way you hope it will x
read 11:02 p.m

from: ashton
uh, yeah me too. thanks for actually texting. shows you care I guess? I don't know. hope you're okay ig
read 11: 12 p.m

did I do some thing..?
read 11: 24 p.m

i felt extremely guilty reading his last two text and not replying. honestly it took everything I had not to text him back telling him it's not him and he didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to text him back how I felt, reguardless whether he didn't feel the same. but I knew I shouldn't.

if anything that will ruin our friendship. i'm just keeping my distance until I can at least lose feelings for him. then everything  go back to normal and no one will be hurt again.

dammit, why am I so infatuated with my best friend???