I love you. I've learned that it is the hardest thing to say.
I love him. That is the hardest thing to admit.
He loves me? Save your lies for someone who will fall for them. Please. It will only make me die a little more inside.
It was Saturday, the best day of the week. I intended to do absolutely nothing. I wasn't going to think about Greyson, his family, Maya, Trina, my mother, and with the exception of my brother, Tommy. He acted like he never had a care in the world. But really, aall of it builds up into his system, and every once in a while, he lets his feelings out.
He almost thinks like, a girl.
I need that, concidering I've only hung out with Greyson for the past four years.
He walked into my room. "Where's the pudding?"
I rolled my eyes. "It's still in the cabinet, why don't you try looking?"I ask.
He runs downstairs, probably for the pudding cup.
I slide my laptop out between the matress and the bed post. Silver, with roxy stickers, was my laptop.
My phone was on, so I got a call from Grey. I rejected it. Today was about me.
I'll tell him my phone was off.
Tommy came back, the pudding missing rom his hand. "What happened? I thought you were getting the pudding?"
Tommy shrugged. "I was too lazy to get it."
I rolled my eyes. Tommy sat down on the chair next to my desktop. "You really need to clean your room." He says, looking around. It was cluttered, I'll admit, but really just around my hamper, where I missed to throw my clothes in. My bed was unmade, but other than that, it was perfectly normal.
"Says the boy who stepped on a moldy peanut butter sandwhich in his room the other day." I say. He glares a little at me.
"It was a midnight snack." Tommy protests.
"Then how do you explain your dirty gym socks on the lava lamp I got you, last christmas?" I add.
Tommy gives me a squinty eyed look. "Well played…" I chuckle.
Tommy wasn't the cleanest kid. And maybe, just maybe there was someone even messier, somewhere out there. My mother and I talk about how we have hopes that he'll marry a maid.
Tommy looks a bit more serious now. " Look, kiddo," he says.
"Moms on a buisness trip for 3 days, and, I was planning to throw a party. I don't want you to be around a bunch of Perverts, so, could you stay over someones house, tonight?" He asks, his eyes pleading for a yes.
I find this to be a good opertunity to scrape up some money. "$30, and I heard nothing." I say.
He gives me a you-little-bitch-look. He reluctantly pulls 30 from his pocket.
I now have 30 dollars.
He sends me away to my friend Lindy's house. I barely hang out with her, but of all people, I'm glad its her.
Lindy was there for girl talk, I guess.
I packed my bags, put my sleepingbag, hairbrush, and so on into the dufflebag as my brother litterally hawled me out the door.
Guests must be coming.
