31 ~ Please say something

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Chapter 31 ~ Please say something

"But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain and an athlete. and a basket case. a princess. and a criminal does that answer your question Sincerely Yours The Breakfast Club."

I clutch my pillow closer to my chest as I let the tears stream down my cheeks as the end credits play. I hear a light laugh erupt next to me and I turn my head to see Pae trying really hard to silence her laugh. I shoot daggers at here as I swipe them away from my cheeks.

"I'm sorry it's not my fault the movie is so freaking sad okay?!" She continues to laugh at me and shove her lightly, "Can you stop laughing at me!"

"No, it's just that, you're so cute when you cry. It's like watching a stuffed animal cry," I grab the pillow in my hand and throw it at her. "Oh shut up Pae, you cried when the deer died in Bambi." She dramatically gasped and let her left hand rest over her heart.

"That was sadder, he lost his mom," she pouts and I suppress a smile, "It was a cartoon."

"That changes nothing, it's still sad as hell, and I'm sorry that you don't have a heart." My mouth drops open and I dramatically put my hand on my heart and gasp, "Lies, I do too have a heart, or else I wouldn't be able to love you." I playfully blow her a kiss as she rolls her eyes.

I let myself fall back into the corner of the couch and let out a sigh. I've missed our movie nights together. We used to have them every Friday where we would watch our favorite movies on repeat and the new ones on Netflix but since my home situation went plummeting downward we hadn't been able to do it.

These nights would always get my mind off everything, well at least secondary to running. Pae always knew just the right thing to say to get me to cheer up, even if she didn't know why I was upset, and she never asked.

"What do you want to watch next Hal?" Pae asked as she repositioned herself in the couch so she was sitting with her legs crossed. I move the pillow away from and face and stare at her.

"I don't, what are you in the mood for? Comedy? Action? Horror? Roma-" Before I could even begin to finish my sentence she cuts me off, "Jillian and I did it yesterday. We slept together." I blink several times, trying to process the words that just flowed out of her mouth as she sitting in front of me, nervously twisting her fingers.

"Please say something." She looks at me pleadingly as I press my lips together. "Was it your decision or did he pressure you to do it?"

"I wanted to, well I mean at least I think I wanted to. It was just everything that happened between my mom and dad, along with Drew, I just wasn't sure I wanted to commit myself to that kind of intimacy. I mean sex is a lot and I know Jillian understood that or else he wouldn't have held out for so long. I'm like ninety nine percent sure that it was not a mistake and the right time to go for it."

She noticeably shifts in an awkward manor, signaling me to not ask any more questions about it. But I can't help it, the reason she waited so long in the first place was because of here parents. She saw her perfect family fall apart right in front of her eyes because of it and I just didn't want her to get hurt, not again. Although I'm still a little curious about it I decide to change the subject.

"So Christmas break is next week...What are you doing?" I say, glancing at the new fallen snow, it hadn't been that cold until this morning when the temperature dropped and the snow started piling up so high I was afraid we were going to get snowed in.

"I'm spending it with Jillian's family, they invited me over since mom is still going to be in Paris." She breathes out and I can sense her sadness laced in between the words. "What about Drew?"

"Oh he's spending it in Cali with his new girlfriend," she says bitterly as she crosses her arms in front of her and I now understand why she's mad. Pae never shows her emotions through her face, it's always ingrained within her words. So unless you ask her what's wrong she'll never tell you, it's one of the things that gets on my nerves but it's really hard to let it get to me since I've just been programmed to deal with it.

"And you wanted him to spend it with you, am I right?" She sighs and makes eye contact with me, "I hate that you know me too well. It's always just been me and him but now that this girls in the picture I'm not sure- it's just- I don't want him to get hurt like he did again. It was just so hard for him and it was hard for me to watch him go through it, and he wouldn't let me help him." I stand up from my seat on the couch and slid into the spot next to her, pulling her into a hug.

"I know you want to protect him but you can't protect him from everything. He'll figure it out on his own and if he gets hurt, then you'll just have to be there if he does." She pulls away from me, her hands on my shoulders as she smiles. "Since when were you the Drew whisperer?" I let out a small laugh and return the smile, "Don't fool yourself, I've always been the Drew whisperer. Now what do you say about going Christmas shopping?"

"I'm so in, well at least if we get frozen yogurt while we're there." She holds her pinkie out and I wrap mine around hers, "Deal."

2 hours and what feels like 20 stores later I finally pull up into my driveway with a car full of Christmas gifts. I look back at all of the bags and sigh to myself, I really don't want to carry all these in right now. I pull the key out of the ignition and decide that I'll just pull them out in the morning, not wanting to risk the hassle right now.

As I start making my way up the walkway I feel the demeanor of the air around me shift. Something's off. I cautiously walk up the porch stairs and open the door to see me brother standing next to my mom, facing me. She sends me an apologetic look and I furrow my eyebrows. What's going on? Their eyes glance to the right of me and I follow their eyesight to see the last person I want to see. My dad.

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I'm going to leave this short and sweet, I hope you like this chapter and I hope you've had a great week and weekend!

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