Name: Nick
Date: September 14th
Location: Portland, OR
My life has always been defined by others. I blended in perfectly- I was whoever others wanted me to be. My constant moving into new foster homes made it necessary, if not mandatory, to immediately correspond to my surroundings. However, this skill had a high price. I could never truly be myself, I was always acting. I switched my masks between school, home and work, but never once did I show my real face. Sometimes, I felt as if my world would crash down if I did- like the masks were holding my life together. But this obsession with always being who I needed to be had it's good qualities as well. I never needed to share my story, or relate with anyone, at least not on a deep level. I would always respond the way people wanted me to, and that was that.
I always felt secure in my little game, up until that new girl, Amber, looked at me, it was like she could see through my act, and as if she knew me. Not on the basic "he-was-in-my-English-class" way, but as if she knew the real me. But I shrugged that though off as I went would I let a passerby make me squirm out of the foster home I've been in for a year? I was here ever since my accident. This is all I know- except for my flashbacks, which I can count on one hand.
"Hey Bobo!" My little brother greeted me from the breakfast table as I approached. I grabbed a bowl, pour cereal and joined him. Since he was 2 he called me that, mainly because he couldn't pronounce "Bro", and was way too distracted to even attempt saying "Nick". I find it very, very sad that I had to learn it from him. These are the kind of precious memories I miss out on because of my condition.
My brother is now 6, and still riding that high he's been on since yesterday because he went to school for the very first time. His transitions through the foster homes have been very smooth, but he likes it here the best. It takes no genus to figure that one out. When he was three and our Parents died in that car accident, we were separated and taken in to different families. We then moved from foster home to foster home, until we we're finally reunited here.
"You ready for your second day?" I asked before attacking him with vicious tickles. Tyree was the only one who I was real with. He was the most precious little child in the northern hemisphere.
"Sure...am!" He replied between giggles. "Could you drive me?" he asked with that pleading look. His blue eyes got huge and his lips were turned down the slightest bit. I'll be damned if I'll ever be able to say no to that puppy dog face.
"OK, little one. wait in the car, I'll be down there in a minute". I told him as I ran upstairs to get my things.
When i got downstairs and started the engine, I remembered something. "You do realize I'll be picking up Bridget, right?" I said.
He let out his little six year old sigh. "Why?" He inquired in an annoyed tone.
"She needs a ride." I stated simply, shrugging.
"Promise me you won't start snogging!" He said. He was with a British family for a while and he picked up a few terms.
"Pinky swear" I said, holding out my pinky. We shook pinkies and took off.
I stopped by Bridget's house, and she got in the car, I took a moment to take in the sight. She was... hot, I guess is the correct term. Perhaps even sexy. But not beautiful in any way. Her red shirt was too low, showing off the maximum amount of cleavage she could reveal without being expelled. Her skirt was about ten centimeters long. Her high heels were bright red, matching her nail polish. Her facial features were good, but they were hidden under excessive amounts of makeup.
"Hey there..." She said in a husky tone and caressed my face, right before crushing her lips to mine. Her tongue fought against my lips, and I granted it with entrance. Then Tyree coughed, and I pushed her away. "You promised!" He said accusingly, clearly upset. Before attempting to find a reasonable explain to him that when a girl with a C cup bra comes on to you, you don't say no, especially when you're a seventeen year old guy with raging hormones, Bridget told him to shut it. And a round of applause to the sexually frustrated, horny bimbo who takes it out on a six year old!
"Bridget, don't talk to him like that..." I said as we continued to drive in utter silence.
"So, my parents are out of town this weekend, and I was thinking..." Bridget started as I rudely interrupted her.
"I can't, I have the Skiing thing on Saturday and I'm taking Tyree to Church on Sunday" I dismissed the idea with a shrug.
We walked to English together as she suddenly blurred out "You can't ignore me forever, Nick. I have needs." And tearfully walked to her seat. This was a mess I knew I'd have to clean up at lunch. Bridget and I have been fighting for a while, ever since I started getting my priorities straight. Tyree first, Bridget second, that's how it should be. I mean, sure, she's a lovely girl but... Tyree deserves a family. He deserves to finally be a kid after three years of shifting around. Ever since we reunited, he made me promise I'll be there for him, and I think that counts not just in the physical manner, but emotionally as well. I was honestly debating whether to just break up with her or not. But, I knew I could never do that. no matter how inconvenient it was for me, I knew I loved her, with all my heart. All that, combined with her tendency for drama, put me in a helpless situation.
"Bridget!" I yelled. I've been looking for her everywhere. I knew I'd have to apologize, but I didn't know it would be this hard. I've been roaming the school for far too long, and I was about to give up. Suddenly, I walked into something- or someone. I looked up to see mesmerizing hazel eyes staring right through me.
"She's in there," said a lifeless voice coming out of the beautiful being. "You may want to hurry, she's balling her brains out." The voice commented.
Just then I registered that the girl was referring to Bridget, and attempting to tell me she was in the girls restrooms. This wouldn't be so problematic, if I wasn't fully and unquestionably male. Ask any certified doctor. Hell, ask a dog.
"Don't worry, I'll guard the door" said the dazzling girl. She could read the expressions running across my face so easily, as if she'd been doing so for years.
Shaken I walked through the doors into the forbidden land. What I found... we'll, I can't describe it as the glorious, self centered girl I know. More like an insecure 5 year old with zero confidence and oozing sinuses. "Bee?" I asked soothingly "It's me." She was in the far corner, leaning against the stall door across the sinks.
I received a sob in response. I took that as a signal for me to go on. "I'm sorry... Look, how about a compromise? We can go to that party you said Miranda was having Thursday!" I offered. I utterly hated that snob's parties but I knew Bridget lived for those.
"I-it's just that you n-never have t-t-time for me!" Her voice broke towards the end and she restarted her sobbing cycle. I then walked up to her and held her in my arms, letting her cry onto my shoulder. "Shh..." I hushed her. "We can work it out. Now come on, let's go have lunch."
"You head on out. I'll be there in a minute." She said, her voice steadying.
I walked out, hoping to be able to thank my guardian angel, but no one was there. All I could remember were big, Hazel eyes that looked so familiar.
A/N: Sorry for making it so short, but you wanted me to update soon. And I have good news: they added an all new, shiny, spectacular, tomato-pollishing, tectonic-plates-controling, godly review button! WHAT? You tell me it's been there all along? Then click it! CLICK IT I SAY!