"So... How was the tour of the school?" Shulk asks me as we walk home together, holding a stack of papers.
A smile creeps up to my face.
"It was fun," I said, as cool as possible. "Ness showed me where my classes were and then we ate some food he bought over at the cafeteria. It's not cheap either, all brand name stuff which actually tastes good. The burgers and fries are just like that at In and Out."
Shulk's face glows. I can't help but smile. I swear, he just gets too happy sometimes.
"Really? That's great! I haven't had In and Out since-" He stopped.
A car rushed along the street, in front of us. My chest tighten and choked. My hand wrapped around my shirt... Why...? Shulk was one step away from being on the street. I turned to him, his eyes widen.
"That was..." He managaed to say. "I..."
"Fuckin' dumbass driver! Learn to fuckin' drive!" Almost instantaneously, I ran to the street to get a glimpse of the bitch thinking they could drive like that! It was a blue car, looking all new, blazing by and hopefully running their ass into a fuckin' ri-
"Ow! Shulk, what the hell!?" My eyes narrowed at him.
"Don't go cursing and getting into fits of rage like that! It's not good for your health... That how Claus always got in trouble..."
My hands balled up and without realizing, I struck him.
"You know why we moved here? It was to not remember Claus!" I stepped closer to Shulk. "It was so that we can settle down without remembering, oh hey! Claus died!" I pointed my finger at him. "It was so we don't have walk the same street he died on!" My throat felt a slight tinge of pain. "It's only been one damn day since we moved here but no! You keep saying Claus like he's still alive! You know how much I've been not trying to think about it? You-" I looked up at him... and I pinched my arm.
"I-I'm sorry Lucas..." He hiccuped, wiping his face with his sleeve. "I-I won't bring him up again..."
Slowly, he continued to walk to our new house. ... Dammit!
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Lights were off in my room, all excluding the one radiating from my laptop. A blanket wrapped around me, wearing nothing but a tank top and boxers, a large pile of junk food and Arizona. This is my entire life right here. It's kind of hard doing anything else now though since I'm too scared to go outside. I'll either see my brother cry more or my mom will kill me.
A pounding sound resonates on the door.
... Dammit!
I paused my episode of Psych and get up. After a quick stretch I rush to turn on the light. I looked at the knob, do I really want to open it?
"Lucas Pavilon, if you don't open this god damn door I'm breaking your fucking knob and destroying your laptop."
Andthat'swhenIopeneddthedoor.
"Uh mom...?" I look up at her, can't tell whether she's angry or her usual self. "What do you want?"
"What did you do to your brother?" she asked. "You know how sensitive he could be."
This is my mom Samus Hayter. She's a Aviation Mechanic who's surprisingly tough. She may be really cruel sometimes but I love her.
"I didn't do anything," I said.
"Then why the hell is he crying?"
"How am I supposed to know?" My voice shaking.
"God dammit Lucas, you're the only one who could have done something! Unless he saw a cat get ran over or something!"
Dammit mom! That's practically what happened!
"How would you know!? Go ask him yourself!" I yelled. I grabbed the door knob and quickly pushed it shut. Quickly, I locked it. Heaving heavily... I laid my back along the wooden door and closed my fists. It's only been a day and already I'm breaking down... Dammit...
"Lucas!" I heard banging on the door as well as the rattling off the door knob. I can't be doing this, I said to myself. What's wrong with me?
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AN: Because in all honesty, it's harder for some people to move on than others... I hoped you liked it! Thanks for all my bootiful reviewers! Next time will be a lot less depressing I promise!