I watch as Jason takes the plates and washes them. I laugh a bit. He looks at me with a scowl on his face. I try to compress the laugh but I cannot.
After that, I go to my room and shut the door behind me. I fall on my bed, looking at the dark ceiling and I'm still trying to figure out why Jason chose to stay in my house. Doesn't he have any boy friends he can stay with?
God, I'm going to be in so much trouble if the school finds out, or worse, if Tyler finds out.
I have to send him out by tomorrow. Now, before I sleep, I have to add a few things to my world. Many of you would like your world full with pink or rainbows or flowers or sparkles, but I want mine to look like the real world.
It should consist of houses, roads, a mental hospital, a mental cafe and stuffs like that.
I think an imaginary friend should do the trick. Someone who can come in real life when I need them. Some imaginary characters, people I don't know. Those who will work in my world.
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I wake up and feel light. Better than yesterday. I go to the bathroom and take a shower before brushing my teeth. I change in to something simple so that I'll be able to cook.
I stroll to the kitchen and stop in my tracks when I see Jason and Oliver. Oliver's sitting on the island and Jason is cooking and making Oliver laugh so hard. A smile finds it's way to my lips, it's nice seeing Oliver laugh like this.
My main concern is why Jason is cooking.
I walk up to them and kiss Oliver on his lips. I turn to see Jason stare at me like I've just kissed a spider.
"Good morning, big sis." Oliver greets.
"Good morning, my love. How are you?"
"I'm great, you?" Jason answers and I shoot him a deadly glare.
"I wasn't asking you."
"I know, I answered for your brother. He's okay, now go up there and get ready for school. Breakfast will be served in a sec." Jason says and I stand up, walking to my room when I stop. Why should Jason tell me what to do? Wasn't I meant to kick him out today?
"Jason?" I call out.
"Yup." He whips his head around and looks at me, his mixed breed coloured eyes boring into mine.
"What really happened?"
"What do you mean? Also, can we not talk about this right now?"
"We'll talk when we're back." I say.
I leave the pair in the kitchen as I walk to my room. I have to go to school. I wear my uniform and brush my hair, making it fall gracefully on each side of my shoulders.
I pick my physics note and textbook and stuff them in my bag. I pick the necessary books and textbooks and put them in my bag.
Yes, let me describe myself for y'all to understand. My hair has black in it and it's from the growing strands of my real hair. I wear glasses and my favourite colour is not pink.
I walk out and go to the kitchen to have breakfast. Oliver is old enough to get himself ready for school, but I still have to check him before he leaves.
I sit on the chair in the kitchen and Jason serves me, Oliver and himself breakfast which is ramen with some egg boil. I say our prayers and we start eating. I pick up my phone and scroll through Instagram while eating. I have an account but I don't want the popularity yet.
I get bored and move to Google only to be greeted with news from our state. Cases of kidnapping, manslaughter and murder were the top news for the day or perhaps, the week. I'd seen this on the news but never believed it since I never heard anyone speak about it.
I eat up and take my plates to the sink and wash them in the process. I take Oliver's and wash them as well once he finishes.
"Aren't you gonna take mine?" He says and I assess him from head to toe, wondering if he has a disability in him. But there are none.
"You have hands and legs and the ability to walk around so make good use of it while it lasts." I snap. "Hurry up, we don't have all day." I say to Jason and he hastens up his slow eating.
I can't be seen leaving the house with a boy by my side. There are those pesky neighbors that hate to mind their business. To them sticking their noses in people's business is like their daily bread. I don't know what they find in doing so.
"You'll leave first then Oliver and I will go."
"Why? Let's go together." He says, finishing the last piece of food on his plate.
"No, if my neighbors see you, they'll tell my parents."
"Alright, let me go get dressed."
After some minutes, he came out with his uniform on and he arranges his hair before swinging his bag over his shoulder.
"Hurry up to school and don't be late. Drop Oliver and come." He says. Why does he sound like I'm his wife and that Oliver is our child? He sure has a lot of explaining to do.
He leaves and I wait for a few minutes before leaving with Oliver. People cannot see me walk out with Jason. The rumors will reach my parents by force.
I walk out, locking the door behind me and I drop Oliver in his school before walking to mine.
I arrive early and take a seat at the first row closer to the window. I love sitting there because I love looking at anything outside. It could help me visualize and carve out my world.