Disclaimer- What a surprise, they don't belong to me.
Author Notes- Thanks to Amy and Indigo Haze for reviewing, and yes I plan on writing from everyone's point of view. I hope this chapter is acceptable, and thank you again for reviewing.
Chapter 2- Waiting (Brad's POV)
I wouldn't be able to tell you what went on in school today. All day all I could think of was Randy. He's my little brother, I'm suppose to look out for him. I can't shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen. Despite mom's reassurances that he'll be fine, I somehow feel its gonna get worse before it gets better. I've taken to pacing now, not really sure what else I could be doing. The phone rings and I more or less make a dive for it.
"Hello?! No........we're happy with our long distance." I hang up feeling a mix of emotions. I can see Wilson outside and after a moment of debating, I snatch up the cordless phone and head outside.
"Hidey-ho Taylor Teen."
"Hey Wilson."
"Something wrong?"
"This waiting is driving me insane." Wilson peers over the fence at me, I suddenly realize he might not even know, but the way he's looking at me tells me he does.
"Sometimes waiting is the hardest part."
"Yeah, no kidding." I mutter. I'm pacing the backyard now. Wilson says something, I'm not sure of, some proverb I assume and I just nod when prompted too. I can't think of anything else other than the fact of how unfair this is.
"Brad?" Wilson calls. I look up at him. "You'll see, things will get better." I nod and resist the urge to roll my eyes when the phone rings again.
"Hello?....No Al, my dad isn't here He- Oh." I was silent for a moment. "Yeah, no, what are you talking about? We don't have a milkman. No, I don't know why he told you that, look, I'll ask him to call when he gets home okay? Yeah, all right, bye."
"Milkman?" Wilson cocks an eyebrow and I can only shrug. Why won't someone call? Why does this torturous waiting have to last so long. Mark is somewhere in the house. He came home barely said hello and high tailed it up to his room. The phone rings.
"Hello? Mom......" Wilson peers at me in concern. "Oh No..... no.....yeah....okay, bye." Numbly I hang up the phone.
"Brad?" I look up at Wilson. "What's wrong?" I don't think I can bring myself to say it. I don't think I can say the words.
"I-" I can't. It turns out I wouldn't have too.
"He's got cancer, doesn't he." I turn and face Mark in the doorway his face is of indifference. I nod mutely and Mark stands in the doorway for a minute longer, then silently turns and walks away.
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Mom and dad brought Randy home and he went directly into his room.
"Its very treatable." Mom was saying as she was fixing dinner. I sit up at the counter and watch her prepare the food. Dad went out to talk to Wilson, I wasn't sure where Mark was.
"Do you think I could go talk to Randy?" I ask and Mom nods. I quickly hop down from the chair and descend into my brothers room.
"Hey." Randy says as he sees me enter his room.
"Hey." Its awkward and I think the awkwardness bothers both of us. Normally we can talk and goof around, but now there's nothing we seem to have to say. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah."
"Did it hurt?"
"The Biopsy?"
"Yeah."
"No, they numbed my throat....it was weird, the needles was really small." I shudder at the throat of a needle in his throat.
"Dinners almost ready."
"Okay. I'm not really all that hungry though." Can't blame him. He seems so guarded, like he wants to be upset, but he won't let himself. He has every right to be upset, we're all upset. But then I think of Mark, and the look that seemed almost to be indifference when we realized it was cancer. And now I'm angry that he could be so uncaring. I'd have to have a talk with him later. Right now I need to help Randy in anyway I can.
Author Notes- Thanks to Amy and Indigo Haze for reviewing, and yes I plan on writing from everyone's point of view. I hope this chapter is acceptable, and thank you again for reviewing.
Chapter 2- Waiting (Brad's POV)
I wouldn't be able to tell you what went on in school today. All day all I could think of was Randy. He's my little brother, I'm suppose to look out for him. I can't shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen. Despite mom's reassurances that he'll be fine, I somehow feel its gonna get worse before it gets better. I've taken to pacing now, not really sure what else I could be doing. The phone rings and I more or less make a dive for it.
"Hello?! No........we're happy with our long distance." I hang up feeling a mix of emotions. I can see Wilson outside and after a moment of debating, I snatch up the cordless phone and head outside.
"Hidey-ho Taylor Teen."
"Hey Wilson."
"Something wrong?"
"This waiting is driving me insane." Wilson peers over the fence at me, I suddenly realize he might not even know, but the way he's looking at me tells me he does.
"Sometimes waiting is the hardest part."
"Yeah, no kidding." I mutter. I'm pacing the backyard now. Wilson says something, I'm not sure of, some proverb I assume and I just nod when prompted too. I can't think of anything else other than the fact of how unfair this is.
"Brad?" Wilson calls. I look up at him. "You'll see, things will get better." I nod and resist the urge to roll my eyes when the phone rings again.
"Hello?....No Al, my dad isn't here He- Oh." I was silent for a moment. "Yeah, no, what are you talking about? We don't have a milkman. No, I don't know why he told you that, look, I'll ask him to call when he gets home okay? Yeah, all right, bye."
"Milkman?" Wilson cocks an eyebrow and I can only shrug. Why won't someone call? Why does this torturous waiting have to last so long. Mark is somewhere in the house. He came home barely said hello and high tailed it up to his room. The phone rings.
"Hello? Mom......" Wilson peers at me in concern. "Oh No..... no.....yeah....okay, bye." Numbly I hang up the phone.
"Brad?" I look up at Wilson. "What's wrong?" I don't think I can bring myself to say it. I don't think I can say the words.
"I-" I can't. It turns out I wouldn't have too.
"He's got cancer, doesn't he." I turn and face Mark in the doorway his face is of indifference. I nod mutely and Mark stands in the doorway for a minute longer, then silently turns and walks away.
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Mom and dad brought Randy home and he went directly into his room.
"Its very treatable." Mom was saying as she was fixing dinner. I sit up at the counter and watch her prepare the food. Dad went out to talk to Wilson, I wasn't sure where Mark was.
"Do you think I could go talk to Randy?" I ask and Mom nods. I quickly hop down from the chair and descend into my brothers room.
"Hey." Randy says as he sees me enter his room.
"Hey." Its awkward and I think the awkwardness bothers both of us. Normally we can talk and goof around, but now there's nothing we seem to have to say. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah."
"Did it hurt?"
"The Biopsy?"
"Yeah."
"No, they numbed my throat....it was weird, the needles was really small." I shudder at the throat of a needle in his throat.
"Dinners almost ready."
"Okay. I'm not really all that hungry though." Can't blame him. He seems so guarded, like he wants to be upset, but he won't let himself. He has every right to be upset, we're all upset. But then I think of Mark, and the look that seemed almost to be indifference when we realized it was cancer. And now I'm angry that he could be so uncaring. I'd have to have a talk with him later. Right now I need to help Randy in anyway I can.