I just finished dinner and was about to go say goodnight to Andrew. "Andrew! I'm going to bed!" I called out.
I turned around the corner and saw him in the foyer. He looked really ticked off. "Hey, I'm going to bed," I said.
He gritted his teeth and mumbled, "I don't care, just go away." I glared at him, but then was taken back.
I wonder what's wrong..Andrew frowned and scratched his head. "Sorry, I'm just really pis- I mean ticked off.." He said quietly. I looked confused. "Mom and Dad are.. fighting.."
Mom and Dad? Fighting? No way. They are like totally in love and they like love everything about each other!! I thought.
Andrew and I peeked around the corner just in time to see this;
Andrew screamed with anger and ran to the sun room towards the back of the house. I followed. The sun room was Andrew's favorite room.
He loved to just sit back and let the sun shine down on his face through the seamless windows.
I sat down and looked out the window. He began to cry. I've never seen or heard Andrew cry before. I didn't like hearing him crying. I couldn't see him because my back was towards him.
"Everything will be fine.. they love each other.. and us. They won't break up or anything.." I said quietly. Andrew wiped away his tears and nudged me with his foot. He wanted me to stand up. I stood and when I did he wrapped his arms around me. We hugged a lot but this time seemed different. I don't know this huge just actually seemed for a reason and not just because we didn't want each other to feel bad or mom made us.
"I love you, Jayden. You're the best little brother I could ever ask for,"Andrew said timidly. Then he ruffled my hair. I didn't really know what to say. Andrew knew I wasn't a crier. I never cried. I didn't cry when he made fun of me, or when I fell off the monkey bars or when I forget to plug my nose jumping in the pool and then water shoot up my nose. I was too strong to cry. Then after a couple more minutes of silence we heard crying. Then yelling and then the front door slamming. Andrew put his back to the wall and then slowly slid down. Then the door flung open and he went flying in the air. It was mom. Her eyes were red and glassy. Andrew started bawling again, but she comforted him.
She gave him a kiss and then he was out of the room as quick as possible. I could hear his footstep running up then stairs and then slamming his bedroom door.
I sighed and sat down. "Mom..." She looked at me and sat down by my side. "Yes, pumpkin." I rubbed my eyes and said "What happened?" She kissed my head and pulled me up off the floor. She hugged me tight and whispered, "Nothing important."
I sighed and said good night. I sat in my bed reading.
Andrew on the other had was on his bed thinking about what had just happened. I could hear little sniffles coming from his bedroom. My eyes started watering but I wiped away the tears. I got up and changed into my pjs. Then I climbed back in bed. I layed under my covers thinking about my beautiful mom and brother. Then my dad came in mind. I shook away the thoughts of him and fell asleep.
Just a couple moments after Andrew also changed and fell asleep. He dreamed about when I was just a toddler and when he was only nine. When nothing ever bad happened. When we were like those families on those old sitcoms. When we were almost perfect.
When this day never, ever happened..... yet.
I know I suck at writing! xD I just started, cut me some slack? haha
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