The ride home felt longer than usual. The glass was cool on my face. I had the feeling of passing out.
“Ashley!” Brendon said sounding worried. “Are you ok?” he was driving. I was in the passenger’s seat. Everyday we took the same root home from school.
“What…yeah I’m ok.” I lied. I am a very good liar. My biggest lie cost me my parents love. They found out that I was smoking pot. After that they disowned me. Brendon’s parents graciously took me in. After that I never smoked again.
“You’re acting really weird” he said. I’ve known Brendon for 7 years. Still he could not tell when I was lying.
I replied “I’m fine, I am just a tired.” The truth was I felt like I was going to die. We where almost home. The 15 minute drive felt like a hour drive to me.
When we got home I threw my stuff on the floor and went to the kitchen to get a drink. I was paler than I normally was. That happens when you’re sick. Mrs. Urie was in the kitchen making something. It smelled like chicken, or steak. I couldn’t tell.
Then Brendon came in once he smelled food. “What cha cooking?” he said wondering the same thing as me.
“Try saying that again and I may tell you” Mrs. Urie said. She always had us use her view of proper grammar.
“What are you cooking for dinner?” Brendon said actuating the sentence. He was trying to look over her shoulder to see.
“Well if you need to know, I am cooking some friend chicken and baked beans” she said. I was not up to fried chicken today. But it may make me feel somewhat better.
Brendon and I both snickered at the baked beans. We laugh at the stupidest things. Maybe that’s why we’re such good friends? Recently he has been sending me signs that make me wonder if he wants to be more then “just friends”. Was I thinking the same thing?
I was getting tired of being in the hot kitchen so I went into my room. While I was doing Math homework I fell asleep. I don’t know if I fell asleep or passed out. All I know is that I woke up to Mr. Urie knocking on my door telling me dinner’s ready.
I sat next to Brendon as usual. All 4 of his siblings but one moved out. His brother sat across from me. The nap I just took made me feel better. I still felt like s**t. At least the food my stomach aches go away.
Dinner was silent till Mrs. Urie said “How was school today?”
Brendon just ignored the question. I don’t think he was paying attention. I looked over and he was dazed out staring at me. I decided to answer the question “It was fine.” Yet another lie. Today was one of the worst. All day I got ripped on about being emo. I’m not even emo. When I ask them why they just say “Cus you listen to ...” or my favorite “Because you are” it bothers me so much.
Since Brendon was dazed out I hit him in the leg. It made him come back. He blushed and started to eat again.
 2quartersinaheartdown · Mon Apr 27, 2009 @ 12:01am · 1 Comments |
