When Stella comes back with our orders, I get a call. "Hello?" There was silence. I hang up. "Who was that?" Stella looks at Dustin, then at me, both waiting for an answer. "I'm not sure." The phone began to ring once more. "Hello?" There was a faint voice. "Are you alone?"
"Uh... Yes. Why does it matter?" I put the phone on speaker, telling my friends to stay quiet." I need to talk to you, Derick Jones. You have some information I need." From the sound of the voice. It was a grown man, maybe in his thirties. "I might have an answer." The voice begins to chuckle. "How come you kept your shape secret for so long!?" The voice behind the phone became younger as if it had decreased in age by fifteen. Another voice pops up. "Yeah! you were so sweet and cute! I wouldn't mind dating you! If I didn't have a boyfriend that is." It was may and Tyler. May was the one who called me cute. She had a major crush on Tyler and went out with him. "The only reason for that May is because people would pay more attention to you. You don't actually love him as you do me." I could hear the jealousy in Tyler's voice. I just hang up the phone. Stella stands next to me waving her hands to cool herself off. "I thought that was some sort of creepy man asking us for money or something like that. How did they even get your number anyways." I shrug my shoulders. "Livy." They both shake their heads and in unison, they say, "Why do you associate yourself with the freak?"
"Livy's not a freak, she's just... Determined." Dustin shakes his head. "She's evil and is stuck on ruining your life. Even her laugh sounds like something out of an evil anime." They both shiver. "She doesn't laugh like that and she wants to be my friend. This was just a joke, and I'm sure she did it today cause she knew I was leaving." They roll their eyes as I get another call on the phone. "Hello, Mother." She tells me that It's all over and that I can come out so we can get on the road again. "Alright. I'll be right there."
"Your mom." I nod, getting up and taking my food. Dustin gets up and gives me a hug. "Dude. Call, text, VC, post if you can, and contact us. I don't wanna miss a single day without looking at your face." I chuckle. "Alright, papa." He gives me one last kiss on the forehead, and I leave out. I see my mom and father and head over to them. "Alright Derick my child, let's... what is that." My father points to the bag. "Is that Food?" I nod. He slaps the bag out of my hand. "John! Seriously!" He smacks me on the face and points in the car. "You have food inside the car. Were you just going to waste it? I paid for that food so you don't have to be bullied in school." I mumble. "It's not just school I'd be bullied at." He raises his hand again. "What was that? I'm looking out for you. Get in the car!" I get into the car as I feel a hand go into my back pocket and take out my phone. I look back as the door shuts. "Why did you take my phone! I need to talk to Dustin and Stella!"
"They're a bad influence. The point of us moving is for my job and for you to make better friends." I turn my head, facing the other window. This is going to be a long and unenjoyable ride. My mom gets into the car, and we drive off. "John. You didn't have to slap him twice, and for all you know he could've paid for that food."
"Well, I don't think that matters. The food I got him will fatten him up, the doctors suggested it."
"Fatten him up and give him a heart attack! And he already has problems breathing as is. Hyperventilation is no joke, okay. Plus he could pass out, it isn't just your everyday Asma." My mother was religious and believed in God. My dad believed but didn't act. So, I'm stuck between the tide and the sand. We make it to the high way as my parents continue to argue. they rarely argue about anything but me. It's kind of annoying but I know they mean well. I could hear my phone ringing as "Help" played on my phone. "Didn't I tell you to change your ring tone. We don't need any of this in the car." He throws the phone at me. "Change it."
"John he needs to know about-"
"No, he does not. He'll live perfectly fine without that religious crap." Great. Another fight, that I caused. I go through my phone and find an instrumental song. That way, it's not gospel or otherwise, just sounds. I keep my phone in my hand until they stop arguing, then I give my father my phone. "I'm driving. Put the phone down!" As he spoke the phone began to ring. My mom takes the phone and answers it. "Hello?" My moms eyes widen as she freezes in silence.