A house stood. light brown, three stories high. it was shaped in the design of a failed artist slash doctor. Because after all his mom (the doctor) and his dad (the artist) had differing taste. After Sam had turned 13 he was given the choice of (not really a choice if you asked him) choosing which design was better. He playing the smart card had said "Both really, I can't imagine this um plaid furniture leaving this room, and who could keep their eyes off that pale blue wall!? And they ate it up. He was glad he could please both of them without hurting their feelings. But he, now being 16 had to admit moms design was simple and casual. Who didn't like Castalia blue or was it markeny blue...whatever the point was it looked good.
His friend Tom even agreed and plain out said it to his dad. "Its terrible, you should never be allowed to paint or choose designs" Every since, my dads been eyeballing him. His face scrolling up like a pissed off emoji. About my friend Tom. Besides him being calm in all situations? Man what can I say...
The guy was something else. He used to smile so much, he now holds the record for most change. Ever since his mom got cancer he sorta..... disappeared. Not Like physically, but more mentally. Well he's here, and we'll give a reasonable response without raising suspicion. but he's not emotional here. Not awkward or anything but, He does seem to observe and react.
Like for example I laugh and he smiles. Like one time we were all screaming and complaining and he just had this really fake face, like... He was a glass reflection. Like any moment he would break... Or even cut. Anyway he was real cool back then. But now he's just to much really. I try I really do, maybe I get a chuckle here or there but for the most part he seems to be shrinking from any conversation. I'm afraid hes disappeared.