38 - STUPID THOUGHTS

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|| BRAD ||

Parking my truck in front of my house, I got off then locked the doors. Heading towards my house and unlocking the lock with my keys, I went in. "I'm home," I announced, closing the door.

"Hey," My father said, turning his head towards me from his favorite spot on the sofa whilst reading a book.

"Hey Dad," I said, patting his shoulder. I noticed that mom doesn't seem to be here since she usually greets me first, "where's mom?" I asked him

"She went out for groceries," he said, tracing his finger across the page while mumbling the words. Walking up the stairs, I headed to my room. Huffing, I took off my bag and placed it on the corner of my bed. I stretched out my sore shoulders and jumped on my bed whilst stared at the ceiling. I really couldn't wrap my head around this whole Annabel problem. It's starting to make me feel sad for some odd reason like I couldn't support the one helped me through my tough times. Maybe Noah had noticed this as well, surely he could be the one to aid her if I can't. I groaned and clutched my sheets tightly. Suddenly, I get a text as I heard my phone make a ding sound. Pulling it off of my pocket, I checked to see that it was Jackson. "Hey dude, watcha doin?" He sent.

Typing back, I replied, "nothing really, just laying on my bed."

"Hey, can I ask you a question. It's kinda personal, you don't have to answer it..." he said.

I stared at my phone, pondering, "sure, ask away," I said.

I've waited for a while, seeing that he was still typing for an abnormal amount of time. This was either a very long question or that he was going back and forth with his sentence. Finally, he sent it, "how old were you when you realized that you like guys?" He asked.

It was indeed kind of odd of him to suddenly ask that, first Taylor interrogating, and now Jackson was somewhat doing the same, nonetheless I answered, "maybe since during middle school. Having my hormones bursting like a bitch, I started thinking about how some boys looked really cute. I was confused. Years later on, I took long enough to realize it, and a little more time to accept it. Why ask?" I said to him.

"How did your parents react when you told them the truth?" He sent again, not answering why he was inquisitive about it. I raised an eyebrow in suspicion. He was really getting weird and made me a bit tentative about responding, "umm... mom was definitely okay with it, but dad was surely pissed for maybe two days and cooled off later on," He left me on read, there was no response afterward. I waited for a good amount of seconds before asking if he was still there. Nothing, bastard made me talk about my feelings and another shite then just left! What the hell? "Jackson?" I typed it again. That time, it showed me that he hadn't seen it, probably meaning that he had completely gone offline. I looked at my phone in annoyance and just tossed it to my side. Why would he even need that kind of information for? Could people just stop giving me more conundrums? I let out a grumble as I laid my arm over my forehead. Using my other arm, I pulled a pillow to my side and gave it a squeeze. I stayed like this for a moment before realizing that I had some homework to do. Taking a breath, I groggily got up from bed and pulled my bag to get started.

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After I completed all of my assignments, mom came home and brought some food with her. We all had a family dinner and talked about the normal stuff. I just remembered to mention to them that I was gonna go watch this music concert at TopStar high, which they found absolutely strange. I understand, the fact that it doesn't sound like anything I would willingly visit and that it's in TopStar making it extra bizarre, but they brushed it off and said it was fine. After eating, I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower to get rid of all the swirling thoughts out of my head, though it was hard trying to block them out.

Wiping off the dampness on my skin with a towel, I head back to bed and tried to get comfy. Though it barely helped my issue, I did get to feel better after cleaning myself. Staring at the wall to my side, I kept tossing and turning, finding it hard to feel snug under my blanket. I figured that if I couldn't turn my brain off, I might as well think of things that would make me happy. First thought was obviously Noah; oh how I would love to cradle him from behind while we snuggled together. The corners of my mouth arch upwards at the pleasant thought. I felt myself sinking deeper into my mattress, my eyelids grew heavier. Just when I thoughI could calm down, another thought barged in: Anna. The image of her pops up, sending me back to deep memories of her and I together, how we seemed like a happy couple to the current situation right now. I shot myself upwards and sat down, blinking, "what... the hell," I mumbled to myself.

It took about hours before I finally got a good night's sleep. Squeezing and hugging a pillow against my body, my fell into slumber as I was comforted by the small form I held.

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