The Neglected One

1. The lonley boy.

Jahseh POV
(Currently has hair like he does in the mm)

I awoke on the floor with my little brother Aiden. He seemed to be in a dream, so I let him be. The sun shone brightly into the room as I looked around.
Just a bunch of boxes. I sighed.
Moving sucks.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes, preparing to wake up at least a little. Today was gonna be hard. I have to socially interact with new people.
Ew.
I don't like new people. Well, it's not that I don't like them, I just have anxiety issues, and have ever since I was 5.
I got up and went downstairs, looking around to see if anyone was awake. I then realized that no one was even in the house besides Aiden and I.
Weird... it's only 12pm...
I shrugged it off and went into what was going to be my new room. I hadn't really seen it before, since I had chosen to help Aiden get his shit together. I didn't really mind though. What help would I be to them, anyways? I'm just a 15 year old with an attitude and the ability to put anyone in the hospital. But I also got a good taste in music, but that's irrelevant right now.
Damn, it's like she gave me the whole mother fucking basement...
I'm gonna make sure this room looks sick as fuck.
But I have to re-paint. I fucking hate green.
Well, light green.

(AN: What his room looks like)

I think imma just paint it black. I like dark shit. Posters would look nice too, I think I'll get some and hang them around.
Sighing, I turned and went back upstairs, in the main area. I heard my moms voice from the garage, talking to someone that did not sound familiar.
I rolled my eyes since I assumed she would invite them over for dinner, or vice versa. Like I said before, I'm not a people person. I would rather keep everything to myself.
But, the curiosity got to me and I went into the garage to see who she was talking to.
She stopped mid-sentence and turned to me, surprisingly not annoyed with my presence.
"Hey, you finally awake sleepyhead?" I don't like when people are literal with me, but if they are, I'm the same way back.
"No, I'm still asleep. I totally sleep walked all the way into the garage without somehow managing to kill myself."
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Boy why you always in a bad mood?"
If only she knew...
I ignored her question and asked who she was talking to, which was the whole reason I came out here in the first place.
"This is Taylor. She lives next door to us, she wanted to know if we needed any help. I don't but do you, Jah?"
I thought about it for a second, and eyed her down.
Well, there is one thing you could help me w-
"Nah, I'm just chillin right now... I just got up and I'm tired as fuck..."
I knew I wasn't supposed to say that. But did I give a shit?
Nope.
"Jahseh! What did I say about those kind of words?"
I held back a laugh and decided to be a smart ass.
"Well it's kinda hard not to, when that's all that comes out of your mouth. And all the people I've ever conversed with."
Hah. Getting my ass beat later, but that was worth it. She just rolled her eyes and ignored me after that, because she knew I was right. Saying nothing, I went back inside and went back to Aiden's room, which apparently where I fell asleep.
*buzz buzz*
The screen of my phone lit up, with a text from my best friend, Stokeley. I picked up my phone and replied to his message, which was asking me if I could hang out.
Whelp. I have nothing to do, so I said yes.
"Aiden?" I asked, shaking him a little bit.
His eyes fluttered open, and he looked at me like I was his father... I simply looked at him and told him what time it was, hoping he'd understand that he needs to get up. And with that, I left and went into my room, opening a few boxes so I could change into something less... weekend.
After at least 7 boxes, I finally found one with clothes in it. More specifically, my shoes, I have a lot of shoes...
I kicked that one aside and went for the ones in the area that I found my shoes in, hoping more boxes of clothes would appear. And they did.
(Outfit in the mm)
I chose to wear a grey hoodie with a olive green jacket over it. I paired that with black jeans and my white AirForce1s.
But, I have to take a shower first. I walked into my bathroom and admired it for a second.
It's fucking huge.
That's what she said.
I do this too much. I'm alone for most of the day, so I tend to have conversations in my mind. Kinda like what just happened.
After I took my shower, I got dressed and took my medicine, making sure I had every single pill I needed to take. Because with mental illnesses like mine, if I don't take them, boy you better run, especially if you piss me off when I don't take my anger pills.
When I came into the living room, I instantly wanted to kill myself because my aunt was here. And I knew she would freak the fuck out over me.
"Jahseh!"
Fuck.
Instead of saying anything I just looked over to her with a blank expression.
"You've grown a lot!" She pinched my cheeks.
Oh, lord kill me now.
"Why aren't you talking? You used to love telling me about yo-"
I cut her off.
"I don't like talking. I'm very quiet. I need to go." I pushed past her and went outside, where I was met with that Taylor again. And when I say she thicc, I mean it.
"Hi! How are you?" Her voice sounded like a slightly lower pitched anime, and it was kinda cute.
"I'm fine I guess."
What I meant my 'im fine' was, that I wanted to kill myself. But I can't just go around saying that, so I stick to 'I'm fine'.
She looked and me for a moment, and then smiled.
"I live right there," she pointed to the house next to mine. "and I was wondering if you wanna hang out sometime, I wanna get to know you. You seem pretty chill."
She smiled again, and I happened to notice a bruise on her jaw, which was partially covered by makeup. But that wasn't my business to ask. "Alright, you can come over whenever, but right now I'm going to my friends house, and I think he's coming to get me."
I checked my phone, seeing that stokeley had been in his way.
I gave her a quick no-teeth smile, which was heavily forced, seeing that I feel like shit, but no one ever sees through. So I did it anyways.
"Um... c-can I have your number so I can text you when we can hang out?" She asked awkwardly. But I didn't really know why she was being all shy. But I guess it's just new people.
I nodded and looked at the bruise again.
"I can type it in." And with that, she handed me her phone, which was old, and cracked and needed to be replaced. But I didn't care about what kind of phone she had. At least she had one.
After I typed in my number, I just saved it as 'Jahseh💯' and handed it back to her.
The smile she gave me, made me feel some type of way, but I ignored the feeling, seeing Stoke's car pull up.
I looked back at her and used the same fake smile I gave earlier. "I have to go, he's here."
She smiled again. "I'll text you later, then. Bye."
I waved my response and got in Stoke's car.

(AN: 1373 words. Thank you so much for reading. New chapter coming as soon as possible.)