You Drank the Poison
We All Roll Along
lex’s Perspective
I woke up at 2:30 PM, stretching my arms above my head. I put on a t-shirt and a pair of sweats over my boxer shorts. I walked downstairs. My parents were sitting at the kitchen table.
“Morning, parents,” I smirked, pouring myself a bowl of cereal and milk and digging in.
“Hello, Alexander,” my dad replied curtly.
“Alexander?” I asked.
“Yes, that’s your name,” my mother said. Then it hit me.
“What are you guys still doing here? Don’t you have work?” I asked.
“We wanted to wait until you woke up,” my dad replied.
“What’s going on?” I asked, furrowing my thick eyebrows.
“Alex, we need to talk to you,” my mom told me.
“Okay?”
“Have a seat,” my dad said.
I sat down.
“Alex, we’ve been thinking. You’re not using your summer wisely. It’s the summer before your senior year! You should be working or volunteering, or visiting colleges, but instead, you stay out partying all night, having intercourse with girls, drinking, doing drugs--” my mom said, but I interrupted.
“That was once!” I cried.
“Alexander, let your mother finish,” my dad scolded.
“And we think we need to teach you a lesson,” my mom finished.
“What kind of lesson?” I asked cautiously.
“Do you remember the Noel family?” my mom asked.
“No,” I scoffed.
“They were our neighbors across the street in England?” she prompted.
“You mean the family with the daughter that had that creepy crush on me?” I asked.
“Alexander!” My dad scolded.
“What? She did!” I defended.
“Yes, that’s the one,” my mom finally replied.
“What about them?” I asked.
“Well, they moved over here a few years after we did and started up a farm in Iowa. They’re shorthanded and they need another farm worker. I said you’d be perfect for it. You fly out next week,” my dad explained.
“What the fuck?!” I yelled.
“Watch your language!” my dad scolded.
“What about the band? We have to practice! Don’t you care about my dreams?!” I yelled again.
“We do care, that’s why we’re doing this,” my mom said soothingly.
“Well, clearly we’re not on the same page,” I seethed, stomping up the stairs and going to my room, slamming the door behind me.
I called Jack.
“Jack, you won’t fucking believe this,” I said when he picked up.
“What’s up, dude?” he asked.
“My parents are making me move to Iowa to work on some farm for the summer,” I told him.
“Why the fuck?” he asked.
“That’s what I said!”
“What about the band?” he asked again.
“I said that too. I don’t know, man. It’s looking like I don’t have a choice.” I sighed.
“Well, I’ll miss you,” Jack laughed and I could tell he was smirking on the other end.
“Shut up, asshole,” I laughed back and hung up.
Notes
Title: We All Roll Along, The Maine
I could've sworn I posted this already. Whatever.
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