Chapter 124

It's surprising though, the easy way which we seem to simply start talking after just barely two minutes of silence between us.

I find out it's something we can actually not resist, that is something that been constant in i and my brother's life. It is something which we had always done when were alone together, you could never get five minutes of silence between the both of us, it was either we were arguing, always shouting at each other, or we were giving our thoughts on exactly what was happening in our lives.

 Scott's life isn't actually as exciting as I would have wanted it to be though. Heck what am I saying?. His life is more exciting than mine, he actually goes to a music school, like an actual music school whenever he's done from actual school.

I can only imagine the sort of stress that will be taking on him, the sort of toll it would be taking on his mind and his body, but yet he seems relaxed.

He seems relaxed enough to just drone on and on about his friends, and how each and every one of them annoys him, but yet they still mean the world to him.

I don't think I've actually seen any of them at home before, and sure enough I asked him about it. He gives me something of a weird look.

"Would you want to meet them?" he asks.

I cannot seem to compare this Scott, with the prissy and badass one I had known before. This person I am talking to, this person who also lives in my brother's room, and sits in my brother's body seems so unusual from the normal one I had always known.

The normal one would not give a damn if I actually met his friends or not, he wouldn't bother himself to be asking me questions about what being in a relationship is like, or how people seem to just come to that stage when you want to be with another person all the time.

The normal Scott would not be asking me evasive questions about how people develop feelings for each other, and exactly how to get it to stop. The normal Scott would have listened to exactly everything I wanted to say, and when I was done he would simply nod his head and go into his room.

This one looked up at the stars like he was afraid of meeting my eyes, and droned on and on and on about how his life should probably be the most boring thing on the planet, and how his new song doesn't just want to add up to him, and how his classmates are giving him hell, and about a whole lot of other things.

Things I would have never imagined my brother doing, like randomly just going to the park whenever he felt sad, or going to a puppy rescue centre just along the road whenever he felt sad and depressed about what happened to father and mother.

When he finally stops talking, he actually looks to me, and I realise I have been crying. I have been crying ever since we started talking.