Stepbrothers

Chapter 8

Just to clarify that the opinions of the characters do not necessarily represent mine. They're characters and they have their own thoughts and beliefs and I do not intend to offend anyone or anything. It's just how the story goes. (It doesn't necessarily mean that there's gonna be something offensive I'm just being cautious).

I threw my phone on the bed. It doesn't necessarily mean that it landed on the bed. At least it bounced twice before it stuck the landing. So I went around and picked up my phone and placed it slowly on the nightstand after making sure that the screen didn't crack into million pieces.

I looked around the abundance of bags. Lots and lots of them. All needing to be stacked and sorted.

It only took me an hour, but everything was folded neatly in place. Perfection.

By the time I was putting away the bags, which reeked of the same odor of the store, mom's cooking was starting to replace all the different aromas of the house. I've never been more hungry in my life.

I took the stairs two at a time. The table was half set with 2 plates only.

"Is it just the two of us?"

Mom yelped and jumped a bit. "You have got to stop sneaking on me like a damn snake every time"

"Sorry, force of habit." I shrugged, stealing away a singular french fry. "Though you go out of this world when you're cooking. I'm surprised you haven't burnt anything or any place down yet"

"Only in your dreams"

"Hey I'm counting on that. It would be epic"

"I gave birth to one weird, weird, weird, child." she mumbled but  I could hear her. Wanna know how?  Because Loud Voice.

After about 30 minutes, the table was sat and I was already munching on my chicken plate. With corn on the side. Mom had green beans but she knows I don't like them.

I didn't eat much because I was supposed to have a meal with Zac. I was still not over it. I was radiating excitement.

"I think I'm done" I said as I grabbed my plate as I stood up.

"You didn't finish your food! I don't know if I should be worried or- worried I'm worried."

"Yeah well I'm supposed to be eating out with Zac"

She spat her food. Literally. "Damn you're quick."

"I still think he's doing it out of guilt but I'm trying hard not to think so. But it's like a feeling that won't go away you know what I mean?"

"Like I always say honey, it's your life and I'm not gonna make decisions for you. You know what's best for yourself and I'm counting on your self judgment of the choices you make." she stood up and was now right next to ne.
"I need you to promise me one thing."

"What is it?" I was slightly worried as to what the outcome might be.

"You do not have sex with a guy you just met no matter how h-o-t he is"

"MOM!" I screamed. "I would never!"

"Sure"

I was not going to argue more. I wanted to be swallowed by the ground. Or sucked in I don't care. As long as it gets this awkward conversation out of my mind completely.

Zac

It felt as if my brain had tightened. Shrank, shrank, and shrank some more until it felt like a small ball of pain. Nothing would help. Not closing my eyes worked. Not my meds. Not water. Nothing but severe pain. I knew migraines get bad sometimes but this was an extra level of unbearable. I couldn't think about anything or even walk or talk. I just made incoherent painful noises.