Tank came back to the dorm with good news thankfully about his and Bobby's relationship. Frankly I was extremely worried considering what Tank told me yesterday, it sounded like everything went to shit. Thankfully it didn't end up so badly.

It wasn't until Tank sighed and looked at me smiling proudly as he said " I think I'm going to get Bobby a Christmas present" which shocked me "excuse me? A what present?" I asked him "Christmas present. It's literally in 3 weeks dude. Did you not do any Christmas shopping?" He asked me which genuinely shook me to my vote. I've been so caught up in everything in everything I didn't even realize that winter break started this Friday. Fuck what am I going to do?

I smiled and nodded " yeah yeah I knew don't worry about it" I chuckled softly as Tank nodded "cool man, what are you going to do for Christmas?" He asked. I sighed being reminded of my families holiday traditions. " we go to my grandfathers banquet dinners every year on Christmas Eve. A bunch of rich business owners go. It's like a cock tail party except less fun times more bragging etc." I sighed. "Sounds like a good time. Why don't you want to go though? I thought you liked your grandpa" Tank asked. I hesitated for a moment. I used to like my grandfather but now I've been debating the topic. I don't know if I should like someone who started all this abusive cycle. It seems ironic and counterintuitive. I love my grandmother though. She brings the charm to the table which confuses me. How did father end up so psychotic with a mother like grandma? Maybe I'm just stupid and I don't even know what I'm talking about with all this psychological shit.

Hell... all this stress on my mind. I'm starting to not even make sense to myself. If I said my thoughts out loud would I even be able to understand myself? Do I understand what I'm trying to even comprehend? Wait, how did we even get on this topic?

I thought to myself as Tank snapped his fingers in front of my eyes "Baby you listening? You zoned out mid conversation" he said as I snapped out of it and looked at Tank " yeah... I think I'm okay...." I said softly "you're not okay... what's wrong?" He asked grabbing my hands and pulling me to sit down on the couch. I sat there quietly and tried to gather my thoughts before speaking "I have a cock tail party with my family and other business owners .... I'm going to see my grandparents...,,,,, holy fuck I know what's going to happen. My dad is going to try to find me a suitor at the party" I said realizing "okay, don't jump to conclusions. We don't know that for sure" Tank said trying to reassure me.

I looked at Tank and shook my head "no no I think he's going to." I restated. I stood back up so I can pace back and forth as Tank tried to sit me down again. I refused before he tried to force me down to which I screamed in pain. He flinched and stood up "jeez I'm not that heavy!" Tank said as I sneered in pain " are you stupid?! I have an injury!" I said pointing to my shoulder "oooooh.... Yeaaahhh I forgot about that.." he apologized as I sighed " yeah, you think? Fucking dumb ass..." I scoffed whilst I asked before shaking my head. Tank felt bad and I could tell on his face. I didn't like it when he gets all saddened especially by me after the whole X-games thing because then it makes me feel more and more like a villain and a terrible friend to Tank. I don't want him thinking I'm slipping all over again. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have been so rude" I apologized.

What shocked me a little was Tanks response " you are rude. You've been rude actually." He said. I froze and looked at him shocked "you used to be rude to everyone but me, then you almost killed me and then we made amends. Why are you being a dick all over again?" He asked. I didn't know how to reply. But I had to say something "say something!" Tank said " I just... I have a lot going on right now Tank" I said softly. "That's why I'm trying to help you Brad, you know that. So stop pushing me away to be independent and shit when you know damn well it's not working for you" he said as I sighed "okay sorry I don't wanna dump stuff on you Tank" i said sarcastically " I'd rather you fucking trauma dump on me than be a little bitch to me Brad. I told you all about how scared I was of Bobby's reaction to me kissing him was and you listened then we were good. Why can't we do that when you have troubles?" He asked me.

This only made me ashamed because it made me think of one thing... "..... Tank... do you think I'm becoming my dad?" I asked him softly. He looked at me confused "what do you mean?" He asked. I didn't know how to describe it but I tried my best to do so " I started to like.... Gain this independent ego like he has where I don't like asking for help.... I've been much more irritable and stressed and so I take it out on others, I've done horrendous things like my father has.... I just feel like..." I wanted to continued until Tank spoke " no matter if you like it or not Brad you're going to have traits of your parents no matter how hard you try to erase them. The best thing you can do is use those traits to your advantage and make good of them" he said. "What do you mean?" I asked Tank. " you grew up with your dad. He's the one who introduced you to this world so the first personality you've grown to know was from was your fathers and mothers. So you've gained these features in their personalities and made them your own.But you still have time to change everything Brad you know that. Like first off, a big thing to change would be your fathers lack of morals" he explained. I nodded silently. I started to understand what he was saying. "I'm just scared I'm going to end up just like my father..." I sighed as Tank walked over to ruffle my hair. " you're not going to end up like him." He reassured. I smiled softly and chuckled at the hair ruffling.

"hey Tank... you don't hate me right?" I asked him as he snickered "nah bro I want you dead! I despise you!" He said as my eyebrow twitched "I'm being serious Tank" I said again "oh! Um...., I hate shit you do sometimes. But do I hate you? No, you're my best friend man" he said as I nodded "that sucks because Max is my best friend" I teased as Tank scoffed " best friends don't casually fuck jack ass" Tank said as I busted up laughing. I shook my head and sighed softly.

All of a sudden the room went quiet as I looked at Tank. I noticed him staring at his phone shocked while I cocked a brow "you okay?" I asked him curiously. I chuckled seeing his face, I thought someone had sent him something gross to annoy him or he had forgotten to submit an assignment or something.... My heart dropped when Tank looked up at me and I heard.

" Bobby is in the hospital".....