A Walking Travesty
Time To Pack
“Pass up your permission slips please! We leave tomorrow.” Mr. Garcia calls to the class as the bell rings.
We all fumble for our papers and pass them to the front of the class. I was able to get my mom to sign it last night in her drunken state. I look to my left and see Jack as he passes his paper up with a grin.
“You excited?” He asks me.
“For sure.” I smile back at him with butterflies in my stomach.
Ever since my brother said what he did yesterday, I can’t get the idea of dating Jack off of my mind. I’ve always wanted a boyfriend, but one who is actually going to give two shits about me. I’m so tired of being the one hurt. I don’t get this vibe from Jack. I don’t think he’d hurt me. But then again, I never thought the others would.
I walk side by side with Jack to my next class. He’s made it a habit of walking me to my classes. Luckily, I was able to avoid Sasha today.
“So, are you going to bring your guitar on the trip?” Jack asks me excitedly.
“If you do, then I will.” I look up at him.
“Sounds like you’re bringing your guitar.” Jack grins at me.
He slings his arm around my shoulder pulling me close so I miss the guy who was texting and walking. He leaves his arm there as he walks me to the door.
“Well. I’ll meet you here after class.” He smiles at me.
“Sounds good.” I reply with a small smile. I wrap my arms around Jack’s giant body hugging him close. He snakes his arms around my waist, resting his lips on the top of my head.
I need more of this in my life. It freaks me out that just a few days ago, I felt so miserable. Now, I’m still a little miserable, but I have someone there for me and my misery. I know I can turn to Jack whenever I need something.
We separate and I walk into my classroom with a small smile on my face. Everyone looks at me a little funny. It must be the fact that I’m smiling. Or maybe that I’m actually wearing a color other than black. Today, I managed to find an old purple v-neck and paired it with black cut out leggings. I also paid a little bit more attention to my hair, making sure there were no fly-aways.
That’s another thing, ever since I’ve started hanging out with Jack, I actually care what I look like. I think it’s starting to freak some people out.
I’m staying at home tonight, my parents are starting to get annoyed that I go out so much. It’s fine; I get to see him all weekend at least.
I let the day fly past myself, getting lost in thought. I text Jack throughout the day, talking mainly about how we are, what’s up, simple things like that. One conversation stood out to me though…
So, I’m curious Em. What are your plans for the future?
Damned if I know. I try to figure it out but I just can never think of something specific. the only career I can come up with is being a vet. Hbu?
Musician. I write my own music, I just never really preform any of it. I don’t know, it’s a little hard to actually be a musician when no one wants to start a band. But vet would be pretty cool.
I want to listen to one of the songs you’ve written (: Maybe at camp?
For sure. Maybe we can sneak out ;)
What’s with the winky face weirdo?
I dunnnooooo. I gotta go, teacher keeps staring at me. I’ll text ya later Emmabear.
Alright, bye Jackypoo.
Two things stood out. One: I still have no idea what I want to do with my life, and I’m a senior. Yeah, being a vet would be fun, but honestly I don’t think that is my passion. I know music is my passion, but I have no idea where to go from there.
The second thing that stood out was that damn winky face. Maybe I was overthinking it, but I feel like Jack was sending me some underlying message. What? I have no idea. All I know is that as soon as I saw the winky face, it shot tingles throughout my entire body.
Shaking the thought out of my head, I walk into my house with my brother trailing close behind me.
“Home.” I call out into the silence.
We walk into my room and plop down onto my bed. On nights where he and I are both home at the same time, we try to stick together. It makes everything easier.
“How was your day?” Chris asks me, opening up his backpack.
“It was okay. I basically texted Jack every class. He keeps things interesting.” I laugh.
“He’s a pretty cool kid. Are you thinking of dating him?” My brother asks curiously.
“I don’t know. I like him, but it’s just complicated. Not sure if I can trust him yet. Wait, why am I talking to you about this? You’re my little brother.” I half smile at him.
“I think you trust him, but I don’t think you want to.” He states, ignoring my question. “You should give it a shot. You’ve already been through a lot as it is. It can’t get much worse.”
I sit in silence, taking what he said in. “Thanks. I needed to hear all of that.” I smile punching his arm lightly.
We work on our homework in silence. I block Jack out of my mind for the time being, focusing on my schoolwork. I’ll have plenty of time to fantasize about Jack later on.
Chris asks me a few questions about math and I help him out. My mom comes in after about 45 minutes of us doing homework.
“Hey sweeties. How’s it going?” My mom asks, appearing to be sober.
“Good. Just helping Chris out with some math homework. How was your day?” I ask her smiling.
“Pretty good. Someone seems like she’s in a good mood.” My mom looks at me confused.
“Just excited for the trip tomorrow.” I tell her. She looks at me quizzically so I explain. “You remember right? The paper I had you sign last night? The one for the three day trip to Boston Harbor with my English class?”
She fake smiles and nods in agreement. “That’s right. Well have fun tomorrow. Do you need me to take you to the bus stop?”
“No. I have a ride thanks.” I smile, turning back to my homework.
She walks away and I glance up at my brother who’s smirking at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Nice trickery with mom.” He laughs.
It’s true, I tricked her last night. It’s so easy to do it. My mom hates acting like she gets too messed up to remember things, so she just agrees with whatever comes along.
“Shut up.” I mumble, going back to doing my homework.
We finish our homework at around 7 and go downstairs for dinner. We make our own dinner nowadays, just another perk of have alcoholic parents. Chris and I decide on spaghetti and chicken. He starts boiling the water while I season our chicken.
My brother and I work pretty well together when we are on each other’s side. But when we aren’t there for each other, things can get pretty nasty.
Before I know it, dinner is ready and on the table. My parents eat later on at night, so it’s just my brother and I. We eat dinner in silence, randomly kicking each other under the table.
Chris and I clean everything up quickly and hustle back to our bedrooms, trying to avoid our parents.
“Night.” I call to him as I enter my room.
“Night Emma.” Chris calls towards me scurrying into his.
I close the door behind me. I go through my drawers, finding a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tank top. I change into them and throw my hair into a bun. I grab my phone and turn off the lights, crawling under my comforter.
3 new text messages.
Well that’s a new one.
Hey you. –Jack Mobile 3:41 PM
Emmabear, where you at? –Jack Mobile 5:22 PM
I MISS YOU WOMAN ANSWER MY TEXTS. –Jack Mobile 7:03 PM
Shit.
Jackypoo! I’m so sorry I got caught up with homework and making dinner. Please tell me you are still awake.
I lock my phone and lay back in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. It feels nice having someone text me for a change. Within seconds, my phone vibrates.
Finally. I’ve been waiting by the phone like a damn fool. Don’t forget, my mom is picking you up tomorrow. I’ll call you for the address when we are on our way in the morning. Have you packed yet?
Shit, I totally forgot to pack. Thanks.
I hop out of bed and turn on my lights. I grab a suitcase out from under my bed and throw it on top of my bed. Throwing my closet open, I cringe. Everything is so dark. I grab 3 pairs of leggings, one black, one white, and one with black and white swirls. I dig in the back of my closet, looking for some types of colored shirts. I come across a coral colored big flowy shirt. Finally some color. I throw it into my suitcase, along with the leggings. I grab a white v-neck and a white tank top. Next I grab a hairbrush, makeup, deodorant, extra shoes, hair clip, hair ties, and a little bottle of perfume. I grab my swimsuit and freeze. It’s a two piece, black top with a white bottom. Shit. What am I supposed to do if we go swimming? I’m covered in cuts and bruises. I shake my head and throw it into the suitcase without looking back. I zip up my bag, turn off my lights, and collapse onto my bed. I pick up my phone to check the text from Jack.
No problem Em. This is going to be really fun. I can’t wait to spend the weekend with you.
Same here. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a friend. I’m really excited. Plus it’s a weekend away from my parents, so I’m happy. I need to give my brother your moms number though, just in case something happens while I’m gone. Do you mind?
Nah, not at all. I understand. When you call tomorrow I’ll give it to you. I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning. And the one after that. And the one after that (: Night Emmabear
Sounds good. Can’t wait! Night Jackypoo
I set my phone alarm, set my phone on the bedstand, and pass the fuck out.
We all fumble for our papers and pass them to the front of the class. I was able to get my mom to sign it last night in her drunken state. I look to my left and see Jack as he passes his paper up with a grin.
“You excited?” He asks me.
“For sure.” I smile back at him with butterflies in my stomach.
Ever since my brother said what he did yesterday, I can’t get the idea of dating Jack off of my mind. I’ve always wanted a boyfriend, but one who is actually going to give two shits about me. I’m so tired of being the one hurt. I don’t get this vibe from Jack. I don’t think he’d hurt me. But then again, I never thought the others would.
I walk side by side with Jack to my next class. He’s made it a habit of walking me to my classes. Luckily, I was able to avoid Sasha today.
“So, are you going to bring your guitar on the trip?” Jack asks me excitedly.
“If you do, then I will.” I look up at him.
“Sounds like you’re bringing your guitar.” Jack grins at me.
He slings his arm around my shoulder pulling me close so I miss the guy who was texting and walking. He leaves his arm there as he walks me to the door.
“Well. I’ll meet you here after class.” He smiles at me.
“Sounds good.” I reply with a small smile. I wrap my arms around Jack’s giant body hugging him close. He snakes his arms around my waist, resting his lips on the top of my head.
I need more of this in my life. It freaks me out that just a few days ago, I felt so miserable. Now, I’m still a little miserable, but I have someone there for me and my misery. I know I can turn to Jack whenever I need something.
We separate and I walk into my classroom with a small smile on my face. Everyone looks at me a little funny. It must be the fact that I’m smiling. Or maybe that I’m actually wearing a color other than black. Today, I managed to find an old purple v-neck and paired it with black cut out leggings. I also paid a little bit more attention to my hair, making sure there were no fly-aways.
That’s another thing, ever since I’ve started hanging out with Jack, I actually care what I look like. I think it’s starting to freak some people out.
I’m staying at home tonight, my parents are starting to get annoyed that I go out so much. It’s fine; I get to see him all weekend at least.
I let the day fly past myself, getting lost in thought. I text Jack throughout the day, talking mainly about how we are, what’s up, simple things like that. One conversation stood out to me though…
So, I’m curious Em. What are your plans for the future?
Damned if I know. I try to figure it out but I just can never think of something specific. the only career I can come up with is being a vet. Hbu?
Musician. I write my own music, I just never really preform any of it. I don’t know, it’s a little hard to actually be a musician when no one wants to start a band. But vet would be pretty cool.
I want to listen to one of the songs you’ve written (: Maybe at camp?
For sure. Maybe we can sneak out ;)
What’s with the winky face weirdo?
I dunnnooooo. I gotta go, teacher keeps staring at me. I’ll text ya later Emmabear.
Alright, bye Jackypoo.
Two things stood out. One: I still have no idea what I want to do with my life, and I’m a senior. Yeah, being a vet would be fun, but honestly I don’t think that is my passion. I know music is my passion, but I have no idea where to go from there.
The second thing that stood out was that damn winky face. Maybe I was overthinking it, but I feel like Jack was sending me some underlying message. What? I have no idea. All I know is that as soon as I saw the winky face, it shot tingles throughout my entire body.
Shaking the thought out of my head, I walk into my house with my brother trailing close behind me.
“Home.” I call out into the silence.
We walk into my room and plop down onto my bed. On nights where he and I are both home at the same time, we try to stick together. It makes everything easier.
“How was your day?” Chris asks me, opening up his backpack.
“It was okay. I basically texted Jack every class. He keeps things interesting.” I laugh.
“He’s a pretty cool kid. Are you thinking of dating him?” My brother asks curiously.
“I don’t know. I like him, but it’s just complicated. Not sure if I can trust him yet. Wait, why am I talking to you about this? You’re my little brother.” I half smile at him.
“I think you trust him, but I don’t think you want to.” He states, ignoring my question. “You should give it a shot. You’ve already been through a lot as it is. It can’t get much worse.”
I sit in silence, taking what he said in. “Thanks. I needed to hear all of that.” I smile punching his arm lightly.
We work on our homework in silence. I block Jack out of my mind for the time being, focusing on my schoolwork. I’ll have plenty of time to fantasize about Jack later on.
Chris asks me a few questions about math and I help him out. My mom comes in after about 45 minutes of us doing homework.
“Hey sweeties. How’s it going?” My mom asks, appearing to be sober.
“Good. Just helping Chris out with some math homework. How was your day?” I ask her smiling.
“Pretty good. Someone seems like she’s in a good mood.” My mom looks at me confused.
“Just excited for the trip tomorrow.” I tell her. She looks at me quizzically so I explain. “You remember right? The paper I had you sign last night? The one for the three day trip to Boston Harbor with my English class?”
She fake smiles and nods in agreement. “That’s right. Well have fun tomorrow. Do you need me to take you to the bus stop?”
“No. I have a ride thanks.” I smile, turning back to my homework.
She walks away and I glance up at my brother who’s smirking at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Nice trickery with mom.” He laughs.
It’s true, I tricked her last night. It’s so easy to do it. My mom hates acting like she gets too messed up to remember things, so she just agrees with whatever comes along.
“Shut up.” I mumble, going back to doing my homework.
We finish our homework at around 7 and go downstairs for dinner. We make our own dinner nowadays, just another perk of have alcoholic parents. Chris and I decide on spaghetti and chicken. He starts boiling the water while I season our chicken.
My brother and I work pretty well together when we are on each other’s side. But when we aren’t there for each other, things can get pretty nasty.
Before I know it, dinner is ready and on the table. My parents eat later on at night, so it’s just my brother and I. We eat dinner in silence, randomly kicking each other under the table.
Chris and I clean everything up quickly and hustle back to our bedrooms, trying to avoid our parents.
“Night.” I call to him as I enter my room.
“Night Emma.” Chris calls towards me scurrying into his.
I close the door behind me. I go through my drawers, finding a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tank top. I change into them and throw my hair into a bun. I grab my phone and turn off the lights, crawling under my comforter.
3 new text messages.
Well that’s a new one.
Hey you. –Jack Mobile 3:41 PM
Emmabear, where you at? –Jack Mobile 5:22 PM
I MISS YOU WOMAN ANSWER MY TEXTS. –Jack Mobile 7:03 PM
Shit.
Jackypoo! I’m so sorry I got caught up with homework and making dinner. Please tell me you are still awake.
I lock my phone and lay back in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. It feels nice having someone text me for a change. Within seconds, my phone vibrates.
Finally. I’ve been waiting by the phone like a damn fool. Don’t forget, my mom is picking you up tomorrow. I’ll call you for the address when we are on our way in the morning. Have you packed yet?
Shit, I totally forgot to pack. Thanks.
I hop out of bed and turn on my lights. I grab a suitcase out from under my bed and throw it on top of my bed. Throwing my closet open, I cringe. Everything is so dark. I grab 3 pairs of leggings, one black, one white, and one with black and white swirls. I dig in the back of my closet, looking for some types of colored shirts. I come across a coral colored big flowy shirt. Finally some color. I throw it into my suitcase, along with the leggings. I grab a white v-neck and a white tank top. Next I grab a hairbrush, makeup, deodorant, extra shoes, hair clip, hair ties, and a little bottle of perfume. I grab my swimsuit and freeze. It’s a two piece, black top with a white bottom. Shit. What am I supposed to do if we go swimming? I’m covered in cuts and bruises. I shake my head and throw it into the suitcase without looking back. I zip up my bag, turn off my lights, and collapse onto my bed. I pick up my phone to check the text from Jack.
No problem Em. This is going to be really fun. I can’t wait to spend the weekend with you.
Same here. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a friend. I’m really excited. Plus it’s a weekend away from my parents, so I’m happy. I need to give my brother your moms number though, just in case something happens while I’m gone. Do you mind?
Nah, not at all. I understand. When you call tomorrow I’ll give it to you. I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning. And the one after that. And the one after that (: Night Emmabear
Sounds good. Can’t wait! Night Jackypoo
I set my phone alarm, set my phone on the bedstand, and pass the fuck out.
Notes
Fluffeydeyflufflufluff sorry guys (: Wasn't sure how to transition into the weekend, so I just kinda gave you some fluff. Enjoy though! Thanks for all of your supportRate/Comment/Subscribe
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