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@theothermitchell
“I’ll call you whatever I want, bitch. Hey. Whoa. No. I contributed. I made snacks.”
At least I’m not as much of a bitch as you, bitch. ... You know, conversations like these are probably why people think we need therapy.
To be fair, you do make good snacks.
I’m 110% sure the clothes I found from my bedroom floor are indeed yours. Unless, of course, I’ve started to sleep-shop clothing in your style and size.
Well... maaaaybe you’re right, in this case. Although sleep-shopping would be wicked.
*points his finger dramatically and accusingly* I KNOW IT WAS YOU! DON’T LIE TO ME!
Oh yeah? Prove it.
[she sighs and takes the cup] You’re so bossy. [takes a sip] I dob’t need t’ feel bedder. ‘M already 100%.
Me, bossy? [he smiles] Pot, meet kettle. And you’re not 100%, so I’m gonna mother hen you for a little bit. Just don’t sneeze on me, I don’t want any of your girl germs.
No faaaair, you know I don’t watch Game of Thrones.
Because you suuuuuck. Seriously, I lent you the DVDs like a month ago, why haven’t you watched any of it yet?
“Bitch. You should be able to rattle the plan off at the drop of a hat. What if I get knocked out? Or if I’m in a coma? I need to know that you remember the plan!”
Don’t call me a bitch, bitch. Of course I remember the plan, seeing as I came up with most of it.
Bitch, I know you.
You know nothing, Jon Snow.
I’m bot sick, I swear… I’m judst… A lil’ sduffy…
You’re a terrible liar. Just be quiet and drink this. [he hands her a steaming mug of tea] Tea with honey and lemon. It’ll make you feel at least a tiny bit better.
“Zombie apocalypse. America is overrun. What’s your plan? Go.”
You know my plan, dude. We planned it together, with diagrams and everything.
Whatever you’re accusing me of, I didn’t do it.
Scott came into the hospital. I think it’s cause the police might have gotten to him first, didn’t really think about it at the time. He told me that since I killed dad, I had to run. I would go to jail. Or if we did get a good lawyer to get me out of that, it would still be tattooed on my forehead. He said that I would ruin the family name, that you guys would disown me. And at that moment, I believed every word. He said that I couldn’t come back because karma. Karma would make its rounds and then I would get killed. I couldn’t contact anyone ‘cause they were on the lookout. I didn’t want to leave, but Scott made everything make sense in my state of mind. So, that’s the truth. I left because Scott told me and I was too scared to even think that he could have been wrong.
And you believed him? You actually thought we'd disown you? That you were responsible for an accident? We're your family, when will you understand that? It's not what family does. Blood is thicker than politics, that's what Dad always used to say. Or have you forgotten all about that?
Since you know the whole story, there’s nothing for me to say. So go ahead, say whatever you want to say. I’ll listen.
Have you not been listening to me since we started this conversation? I'm pretty sure I've said all I can say. All I really want to know is why.
It actually didn’t suck. Just like everyone else I had good days and bad days. I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me, okay? Yeah, I said I wasn’t alright because I’m not. It was just a God damn statement. I just want people to freaking listen. Because then maybe if someone listened, they would understand why I left. But if whoever listens to me throws whatever I said out into the wind like they didn’t actually care? No, then I really don’t want to talk. Do you even want to know? I do care, but I was told to stay away. You, out of all people, should know I suck ass at making things better.
We don't feel sorry for you, don't you get it? Listen?! You want us to listen? We have listened to you, you douchebag. And so far, out of all your pathetic whining, I haven't been able to discern a single acceptable reason for what you did. Not one. So why don't you try listening to us for a change? Maybe you might learn to care about someone else besides yourself that way. You don't care, stop trying to convince everyone that you do. If you cared you wouldn't have left. That's the simple truth of it, and if you can't see that, well, then you're even more fucked up than me.
No, it’s not funny. Would you like to know what happened to me while I was away? Is that what we’re going talk about? I assumed from Kiara’s reaction of not giving a shit, though she did ask which threw me off, proved that no one actually cares so I don’t bring any of it up.
Yes, please tell me about how much your life sucked, I'd love to hear about that. Do you know why she doesn't give a shit? Have you even begun to contemplate why we might not want to care about you, or have you been too busy feeling sorry for yourself? [he grits his teeth] And since we're on the subject of not caring, don't you dare accuse my sister of not caring about you. You're the one who doesn't care, Simon, don't even fucking pretend otherwise.
[Simon bit the inside of his cheek as his normality was thrown away. He took a breath before talking.] She didn’t tell you? I assumed word would get ‘round somehow. I… I’m not suppose to talk about South Africa so.. But peer pressure it’s real, I’ll say that.
I'm sorry, is this funny to you?
[Simon wasn’t done smoking as someone came over and stood over him — blocking the sun. This caused him to look up and what he had in his hands almost fell. He didn’t care so much about the phone, but he knew if the joint had fallen, he wouldn’t be able to make another one. He turned back away from Kyle for a moment, blowing out the smoke and hanging up the phone.] Can I sit through this one? [Slowly he was getting back to his normal self as the drugs began to do their job. Maybe this time he wouldn’t fuck it up — ha, wishful thinking.]
Are you- is that a joint? Jesus, fuck, what's wrong with you? [he bent over and ripped the joint out of his brother's hand, throwing it off the roof] I can't believe you, you absolute piece of shit.
