The next day, I woke up to three different voicemails.
Reaper: Hey, meet me after school today, okay?
Geoff: Hey dudes and dudettes! I'm having a Total Drama party! I can't believe I just realized it, but most of us haven't seen each other in so long…wow. So yeah, you should all come to a HUGE party I'm having. It'll be next Friday, so come to PARTY! Yeah, don't tell the press, because, you know. Stalkers. So… yeah bye.
Ugh, I have to go, because I want to see Bridgette and Courtney. But I swear the second Owen farts, I'm gone.
Trent: Hey, Gwen. Thought I would give you a call. I know you and Leshawna live close by, so I was wondering if you wanted to get together before Geoff's party. We could all get some food or something and then drive to his house. It's like an hour away, right? I guess Noah lives close too, so he can come too if you want… I don't know, he lives close, but you know…Noah. So call me if you and Leshawna want to meet up. Yeah. Bye.
Trent is so sweet. Of course I want to go. Typical Trent though, asking if he should invite Noah. He is always so kind. Honestly though, hell will freeze over before I will be in the same car with Mr. Cynical, and vice-versa. It's not like I have a personal hatred toward Noah, but seriously, he's so annoying.
. . .
After I changed into my clothes, I climbed down the stairs. My brother was in the kitchen, eating some cereal.
"Hey. Do you want to ride with me to school today?" I asked him. He glared at me and left the kitchen.
I completely forgot we had the fight. I'd been so occupied with worrying about the party, and the stupid poetry contest, I hadn't even tried to apologize to him. He was probably even angrier with me than before.
I heard his bedroom door slam. I ran up to his bedroom, and knocked on the door.
"Open up! I need to talk to you!" I yelled.
"No! Go away!" He screamed at me.
"Please let me in." I said as calmly as I could.
The door slowly opened. "What do you want?" he asked gruffly.
"Hey. Look, I want to talk to you about what happened a couple days ago." I sat on his bed.
"I realize that what I said was out of line and I shouldn't have insulted your clothes. I'm sorry. But to be fair, I think you overreacted. I insulted your CLOTHES not YOU. It doesn't matter anyway, but I've got a question. Why have you been acting differently lately? I think you've been trying to act gangster, right? I don't even know. But what happened to your old worn jeans, and t-shirt? It looked a lot better than your new look, just saying. What's been going on?"
I could see his face. He was obviously trying to decide whether to talk to me nicely or to yell at me. He finally sat down on the bed.
"Okay. You're right about the fact that I overreacted. I am sorry about that. I guess I was already feeling weird about the whole thing and I sort of snapped when you commented."
"Hey, I said sorry about that-"I cut in
"I'm not done. I know you're a senior and everything so you probably won't be able to understand, but I'm in 8th grade and that's pretty hard for me. I make okay grades, not exactly straight A's like you, but I make A's and B's. I've basically gotten used to mom always being gone, and that's hard enough. I also have a lot of added pressure to do well in sports and to be popular. I've tried not to get carried away with the whole popularity thing, but I guess I sort of have. Being gangster is sort of "in", and I just wanted to fit in. I guess I wanted to be cool too. I don't even know what to do anymore. I'm sorry." He told me.
I didn't think he would open up that much to me. I didn't understand. My brother was one of the coolest people I knew and one of the only people on Earth I actually enjoyed. I didn't know what to say. I had never been really been great at giving advice. Actually, people usually forced advice on me. The only great advice I had really gotten was from Bridgette and a teacher I had a long time ago.
"I know I'm not one for fashion, or for being cool, look at me. But I have to say, I think your old t-shirts and worn jeans are a lot cooler than the sagging pants and the chains. For someone who has grown up with no parents ever around, you've turned out better than any kid could hope to be. Popular or not." I said.
"Thanks, Gwen." He said.
I walked out of his room, happy because I knew that we were fine then. The fight had basically never happened.
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