December 25th the day Jesus was not
born, yet we celebrate his birthday on this day
like he was. i was wearing a dark red skater dress,
my brother was wearing a "you're a ho ho ho!" Sweatshirt
(that i told him not to wear, but he wore it anyways
because he thought it would be funny.)
My mother rang the door bell.
Nicks mother opened the door, "reah! and you must be her
mother - and her brother!" she shakes both of their
hands as we walk into the living room. there were about
twenty to thirty people as far as i could see. it was only
8pm.
nick came downstairs in a black dress up shirt, and
black slacks. was he preparing for a Christmas
party or funeral who knows? he smiles at me.
"Ryland go away" i whisper.
"this is just like the dance." he shakes his head.
i walked towards nick until, someone went in front
of me and knocked the soda in nicks hand making it
spill all over his shirt. tessa.
"sorry nick." tessa says, she tugs
on his collar and i'm awkwardly standing behind
her. "i can help you change, if you want." she says, i cringe.
nick looks uncomfortable with her pressed on him.
"no thanks, but can you do me a favor?"
he asks her.
"sure anything you want."
"stay the fuck away from me."
she looks shocked her mouth open. i tap her
on the shoulder. "close your mouth you may,
attract flies." i say as i brush past her. nick gives
me a high five and he conducts the way to his room.
"hey, i'm going to go to the bathroom and change,
you can do whatever." he says. i nod.
i open the door to his room, it's neater than it usually
is. his mother must of finally told him that it smelled
like crap and that he needs to clean it. there's a journal
on his bed, it's black and a hardcover. resisting the urge
to not look in it was hard.
screw it, if he didn't want it to be looked in
he wouldn't of left it on the bed where anyone
could read it. i opened the first page.
12/8
the fucking counselor made me
get this. this is worse than prescription drugs.
12/10
i can't even finish a sandwich how
can i finish this journal (???!)
12/14
do i ruin everything ???
12/15
how do i control my emotions like a
normal person what the wtf
12/16
she's pretty.
And that's when i stopped reading. the door opened
and i hid the journal behind my back. nick entered the
room. he walked over me and leaned down his face
was about 2 inches away from mine. he puts his hand
behind my back and grabs the journal and i flinch.
"you read this didn't you?" he says sitting down
next to me.
my mouth forms into a thin line and i shrug.
"up to what date?"
"15."
well that was a fucking lie.
"i'm not depressed or anything,"
i was going to say i wasn't thinking that,
but that would be a lie again.
someone knocks on the door.
"hey, hey, hey"
it's Darius with a whipped cream can.
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my new years resolution was to lie/and
swear less. that's not happening,, lol bye.
YOU ARE READING
unknown number
Random❝i can't believe you talked me into this.❞ ❝reah, i didn't talk you into this i-- ❞ my fingers tapped the keyboard as i typed his number into my phone.
