Happy Little Pill

A thousand thoughts ran through my heard as I walked over to my sister's house. It has been two days since I found Charlie. My sister has basically shut me out and Gustav has been up with Charlie. I stopped at the door and sighed before knocking. When the door opened and my sister stood there, she gave me the worlds most disgusted look.

"Lauren, please, can we talk?" I asked.

"I have a two year old who has the flu. Talk as I take care of him," she said and walked into the house. I followed behind her and closed the door. Claus was laying on the couch in the living room and my sister was walking into the kitchen.

"Lauren, look, I just don't think you understand fully what this means," I said.

"What, what means?" She looked at me.

"You are denying the fact that Charlie might be gay," I said.

"My son is not gay, I would know," she said. God dammit, why is she so closed minded?

"He's scared to talk to you about anything personal," I said. She looked at me and sighed.

"That is absurd, Charlie has talked to me about much more personal things before," she said.

"I highly doubt that. Lauren, a teenagers sexuality is one of the, if not the, most personal thing to them. The fact that he would rather kill himself than talk to you or Gustav first means that there is seriously something wrong with this picture," I waved my arms out to emphasis my point. She stopped what she was doing and looked at the floor.

"You know, Charlie's mom wants back in his life?" She asked me and I looked at her confused.

"That's a bad thing?" I asked.

"I have been a mother figure to Charlie for about ten years. The woman who gave birth to him has never been a mother to him," she said. Oh so this is what this is all about?

"Lauren, she has a right to know her son," I told her and Lauren looked at me.

"Gustav has had full custody over Charlie for a reason," she said.

"Okay, I don't care what those reasons are. I am saying that you need to accept Charlie for who he is. Gay or not," I said.

"You don't have the right to tell me what I need to do with my son, you are not a parent," she said.

"What the hell is your problem?" I asked.

"My problem is that my kid sister is trying to tell me how to raise my child," she said.

"I'm not telling you how to raise him. I'm telling you that he is in a very vulnerable state right now and the last thing he needs is for his mom to tell him that he isn't who he is," I said.

"That's doesn't even make sense," Lauren said.

"It does make sense. There is something seriously wrong if he thinks that I am the only one he can talk to about this. I'm not his parent, as you have so nicely pointed out. You and Gustav are his parents. Accept him for who he is," I said.

"Get out," she said.

"Seriously? You're kicking me out?" I asked.

"Get. Out," she said again and I scoffed before walking towards the door.

"If Charlie comes to me again about this, I won't hesitate to help him, or tell him that you are a homophobic bitch," I yelled back at her and slammed the door. The walk to my house seemed like forever, and when I got there, I had to sit down on the stairs. My breathing was heavy but I was fine. I closed my eyes for a second. As I sat there, I thought back to when I was a teenager, about Charlie's age. I told my mother that I didn't want to be a singer like her. I wanted to write songs for people and have them sing my songs. She slapped me in the face and told me to stop thinking about myself. Looks like my sister is more like our mother than we all thought. I felt a hand on my shoulder that made me jump slightly and open my eyes. Andy was sitting next to me with wide eyes.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine, don't know how Charlie will feel when he gets home later," I said and rested my head on his shoulder.

"What did Lauren say?"

"She accused me of telling her how to raise her child," I said.

"Well, I didn't know that telling someone to accept their child is telling them how to raise that child," he chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

"When do we have to be at the studio today?" I asked.

"Two o'clock," he said and rubbed my arm.

"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked.

"What movie?" Andy asked.

"Um, either the Lego Movie or the Iron Giant," I said.

"Iron Giant," he said and we both got up and ran into the house.


The movie ended with me sitting in my own pool of tears and my face shoved into Andy's shoulder. He was chuckling at my emotional reaction and throwing popcorn at me.

"You are such an ass," I said and looked at him.

"I know. We should probably get to the studio," he said. I looked at the clock on my phone and groaned. It was 145.

"Come on," he said and pulled me off the couch and up the stairs.

"But I'm just gonna sit on the chair and watch you sing," I said.

"Actually, you're singing with me today," he said.

"What? Since when was I singing on your album? Besides my song?" I asked.

"Since Dan decided you were," he said and grabbed a shirt from the closet.

"Whoa, I never agreed to that," I said.

"Oh shut it, you're amazing at singing, stop trying to be modest," he chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me.

"I don't know how to not be modest," I said.

"It's quite easy. Show off your talents," he said and kissed me again.

"Easy for you to say. You're already famous," I said.

"And so will you once the fans hear this album," he said and let go of my waist, but grabbed my hand and pulled me down the stairs and out to the car. We climbed into the car and were off to the studio. I swear, I'm never going to be just a writer, ever.

Notes

Alrighty. Well, I think I have accomplished making all of you hate Lauren. No this was not unintentional. I did kind of want you to hate her, but I think I should make you try to love her again. Not quite sure. But yes, hope you like it! Charlie is back in the next chapter and I have a wonderful surprise for all of you! And it involves Charlie!!!!!!