Adolescent Woes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
In the follow up, Tommy experiences the worst thing that could happen to a teen. Based on real life events.

Submitted: September 17, 2013

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Submitted: September 17, 2013



“Carol enjoys playing practical jokes. She still must enjoy that, so that’s why she’s acting like this. Right? Right? Bobby?” my brother, Tommy, asked. He was pacing back and the forth in front of me, as I sat in our sofa at the living room. The room itself was not much, just an average household, with a TV and a sofa in front, a cheap but large rug and a coffee table in between. But while the room was uninteresting, it was my dilemma that was anything but.

I was hoping that, by now, I would know how to tell my brother the truth. After all, I am the family’s brightest child. I don’t mean to brag, but I am quite learned in many fields of thought and art, with my only weakness lying on physicality, which I deemed unnecessary long ago. But, despite my large intellect and stunning ingenuity (for the simple minded people: smart and cunning), even I can find it hard to handle Tommy’s sensitive nature.

Tommy, my brother (you may recall my other brother, Tim, writing what he pathetically calls a “story”, which is just a disappointingly rushed piece that was full of potential), was always so sensitive and childlike. Though he lacks the logical brains and maturity for his age, he makes up for it in his skill to sense and understand the emotions of others, and his natural ability to lighten any bad mood. I’d never tell him this, but I am thankful to have someone like him. That is why it was so hard to tell him the truth.

To delay my time, I asked him to repeat his story for the fifth time that night. I was worried he’d be suspicious about my constant delay, but thankfully, he was too anxious and jittery to care. So, he sat next to me, and took a deep breath.

“Alright, here’s what happened. You know that Carol is, well, special.” He said. Carol, by the way, is her best friend since grade school. For years, he’s had an incredible infatuation for her, one that he mistakenly believed to be true love. He never let it go, even when she began dating other boys and hanging out with him less and less. It’s obvious that this complication had finally reached its breaking point.

“To you, at least.” I corrected. He gave a nod and continued.

“Well, she had been avoiding me for the past three weeks, and I was kinda…hurt. Suddenly, just three days ago, Carol texted me to go and meet her at the park. I went there, and she told me why she had been avoiding me. She told me that she was…creeped out.”

“Creeped out?”

“I know! I had no idea why, so I asked her. She told me that the really cool fedora hat that I wore reminded her of a guy who stalked her back at the mall when she was visiting her family in their farm, over at Texas. Speaking of which, I really don’t understand why Texas people always seem to have farms and cowboys! I mean, come on, they are just acting waaay too high and mighty about-

“Moving on.” I said, emphasing the words with a loud voice. Tommy balked, then he consented.

“Sorry, I lost focus for a minute. Anyway, she told me it felt awkward for her to talk to me, and apologized.”

“So, what did you do?”

“Uh…” He suddenly stopped, looking very shamefaced. Rather than rushing him, I remained silent, and after a minute or so, he continued.

“I…got mad. You could say I called her a jerk for treating me so badly. She was so hurt…then she yelled at me to leave her alone. Ever since then, I haven’t seen her.” He said.

I bowed my head, and closed my eyes. I needed to decide now, whether or not the truth is best. Eventually, I realized that no matter how painful it is, the truth is the only way. So, I looked at my brother’s eyes with a stern look.

“Tommy, listen. The truth is it really is your fault,” I said, at which he became upset again, “Now, I understand that you don’t want to hear those words. But that is the truth, Tommy. Yes, she was being a bit irrational, but she did apologize. It was you who hurt her intentionally.” Tommy sulked, and looked very depressed at that point. See, that’s why the truth was hard to tell him.

“So…what do I do now?” Tommy asked. I gave a sigh and told him to give Carol some space, and to apologize later on. He nodded, and after a few minutes, walked away. I didn’t see him till the evening.

By then, for some reason, he was smiling very brightly. It was starting to become a bit disturbing, so I asked him what happened.

“Oh, nothing…except now she’s my friend again!” He said, giving a wide grin. I shook my head; I cannot believe he tried to talk to her. Even more surprising, I can’t believe it was that fast. It  just seemed too good to be true.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that! I gave her space! It’s just…I met up with her and she agreed to be my friend again!”

“My god, man, why the hell did you rush things?”

“I saw my chance and went for it! You’d have done the same!”

“Yeah, if I was brain dead and lovesick, and I am neither! Besides, her agreeing to be your friend this quickly is a bit too…”


“That, and suspicious.”

“Well, I was told to keep a few feet away from her, but only for a month!”

“How far is a few feet, exactly?”

“Maybe a…a block.” When he said that, I raised my eyebrow.

“A block? Tommy, she isn’t befriending you, she’s avoiding you.”

“No way!”

“She told you to stay away from her for as far as a block, not a foot, not an arm length, AN ENTIRE BLOCK!!!” I told him exasperatedly.

“Hey, at least she is my friend again! HOPE IS ALIVE!!! HOPE!!! IS!!! ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He screamed so enthusiastically. I shook my head and went up my room to avoid this nonsense.

After three days of hope and joy, I went down to the living room after waking up, and for the second time, saw a very depressed Tommy, only this time, he was supine on the sofa, weeping on top of a pillow while holding his Samsung Champ on his right hand. I gave a sigh, because it was obvious that it’s about Carol, again.

So, I sat down, next to my brother, and waited for him to speak. After ten minutes of hysterical crying, he realized I was there, and said that Carol was no longer speaking to him, responding to his texts, no contact.

“Give her time, Tommy. You’re too lovable to forget. Even she wouldn’t abandon you.” I told him, as I hugged my brother.

“T-t-thanks…why does it hurt?” he asked, amid his falling tears.

“Many people don’t like to be left alone, or like hurting friends. But sometimes, it’s just going to happen. You just gotta give them time, and if they still see you as a friend, they truly are your friends.”

“And if not?” he asked, looking at me with a worried look on his face.

“Then they are a**holes.” I said monotonously. He laughed, and kept looking at his phone, wondering if she was going to respond.

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