"Fine, be like him but when you wake up in a trailer park and are forced to work at McDonald's for minimum wage to support your three kids; don't say I didn't warn you and don't you dare come and ask me for money because I'll be too busy bailing your hero out of jail." I narrow my eyes at Nate and stalk back to my bedroom. I slam the door and collapse onto my bed.
I lie on my back and feel my tears seeping through my comforter. I do love Gabe and it scares me to think that someday he won't be Mr. Popular. That he'll be just another minimum wage worker getting government help. What's worse is that my little brother could be headed down the same road and there's nothing I can say or do that will convince him out of it. I know I'm probably being a little over dramatic; I know my parents would never let my brother become a minimum wage worker. I know they'd do everything to give him a better future but that's the other unfair thing. They shouldn't be bending over backwards to help someone who won't take advantage of the opportunity. I know what I said tonight was a little harsh but Nate needed to hear that before he got out of control.
I slip into my pajamas and wash my face free of all makeup. I take a deep breath and pull back my covers. My parents come in and say goodnight before going to bed themselves.
It's past midnight and I still can't sleep. I keep thinking about what I said to Nate a few hours earlier. It was all true but it still haunts me. I rub my eyes and check my phone. The time reads 12:30 A.M. I push back my covers and slip into my fluffy slippers. I cautiously make my way downstairs and walk into the kitchen. I open the fridge and pull out the milk jug. I pour myself a glass and grab the box of Nilla Wafers. I take my midnight snack into the living room and turn on the TV. There's Full House re-runs on Nickelodeon. I pull out some cookies and watch the fictional life of the Tanners until I fall asleep.
I wake up startled by a sudden noise. The front door opens and in walks Gabe. I check the time on the cable box.
"3:20 A.M." I groan as Gabe walks slowly past the living room. He stops before he's fully out of view.
"Becks, what are you doing down here?" He hisses as he walks into the living room.
"I couldn't sleep. Lying gives me insomnia." I give him a sleepy smirk before remembering that I'm mad at him.
"Very funny, is everyone asleep?" He asks as he steals a Nilla Wafer.
"Yes, listen I got mad at Nate earlier."
"I'm guessing it was about him wanting to be me." I nod slowly and bite my lip.
"I said some things about you that I'm not proud of."
"What did you say?" He narrows his eyes slightly at me.
"It's not important."
"Then why did you bring it up?"
"I need you to convince Nate out of wanting to be like you." I gulp and stare into Gabe's eyes.
"I happen to find it extremely flattering that he wants to be like me." Gabe gives me a pompous smirk.
"Come back down from cloud nine, wise guy. You know you're not going anywhere and you know that's exactly where Nate is headed."
"You're being dramatic." Gabe waves me off with a flick of the wrist.
"Gabe no offense but where do you see yourself after high school? What happens after your days of hard partying are over? I don't want Nate to end up like that." I plead with him.
"I know my grades suck and that popularity and good looks are all I have but Nate can make his own choices. I know I'm not going anywhere but Nate may be different."
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Some Wounds Never HealTeen Fiction
**Watty Honorable Mention/Undiscovered Gem** He lies awake in bed, thoughts of her still overpowering his brain. He wants her back lying next to him. He needs to feel her touch just one last time and maybe then he could move on. But that's not possi...