"He was an asshole, of course." My younger brother told me as we sat at the kitchen table.

      "What'd he say?" I questioned him, I was basically interrogated him on yesterday's events.

      "He just talked about anything, he talked about the losers a bit, but that's all." He said, shrugging. He took another bite out of his cereal.

      "What about the losers?" I asked taking a sip of my tea, trying to calm my nerves.
 
      "He talked about how they were odd, and how you did t look good with them, how you didn't look compatible." He said, then added, "which makes no sense, but whatever, it's Gabe." He shrugged.

     "That's the point." I said shaking my head at the comment in anger, that's the point of being a loser.

      "Speaking of, what did you all do today?" He asked, it was currently 10:50 on a Friday night.

      "Went to the park, they did talk about going to the quarry tomorrow though, so if you need me." I took another gulp. Peppermint

      "Did you tell them?" He asked suddenly before lifting the bowl to his face and drinking the milk. He sat in pajama pants shirtless, he said that his clothes suffocate him when he's sleeping.

      "Yeah, Of course I would tell them the one secret that we've kept to ourselves for years." I said sarcastically.

I had on a sports bra and shorts.

      "Mox," I looked at him, "friends don't lie." He said then got up and left, I sighed in frustrations and pulled my hair into a pineapple to sleep in.

      I walked up the stairs and into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and rinsed my face, taking a decorative towel and wiped my face off. I looked at my reflection for a bit and started to walk out, but when I did, the girl in the mirror didn't. She stood still and looked at me, then grabbed me by my neck and held me up towards the ceiling. She threw me into the towel rack.

      I groaned in pain and scrunched my face up, the girl stepping over me.

      "Moxie, are you alright in there?" John asked from outside the bathroom. He knocked on the door and tried juggling the door knob.

      She was distracted so I rushed to, the now broken, towel rack on the ground and waited until she turned to look at me. When she did she was almost instantly stopped at I pierced the pole into her stomach.

      I walked over to the door and opened it, revealing a worried foster father.

      "I just killed myself." I said to him in exhaustion and then walked past him. I waited for him to look at the damage of the bathroom.

      I was afraid of what was to come next, "It's okay." He said quietly.

     "Huh?" I lifted my head over his shoulder to see that she was gone.

     "I'll tell her than I was going to renovate it. You're okay." He said as he patted my rad and smiled at me.

      "Thank you." He smiled at me, she never smiled at me.

      I walked into my room and left the door ajar, just in case I needed to get out in a hurry. I laid down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. Ii has my lamp on, it was the only light source in my, otherwise, dark room.

     I heard noise come from my window, it made my heart race and my palms sweat. I got up and grabbed the heaviest object I could get in such short notice. I stalked over to the window lacy curtains and hesitated to do what I was going to do next.

      I slowly lifted back the drapes and saw the one and only Richard Tozier at my window.

      I opened the window, "Richie?" I asked he just kept his head down and entered my room.

      He sat at my desk and rested his elbows on his knees with his head in his hands. He didn't say anything, he just mumbled to himself. He could never truly be quiet.

      "Richie, what's wrong?" I asked a lot more calmly. I kept myself calm so I could take care of him for the moment.

      "I hate em', I really hate em'," he said as got up and started to pace my room, "every time I'm happy they seem to take it away from me." He said a little more louder.

      I put my hands on his shoulders and stopped his moving, "Richie, you're gonna have to talk to me. That's something you should have no problem with." I tried to lighten the mood, I probably failed.

      "My parents... I hate em', every single fucking time I'm happy they don't want me to be." He started to eat louder again.

      "Richie," I said lightly as he continued to move around the room. I just watched as e mumbled obscurities and nonsense I couldn't make out.

      It took him fifteen minutes until he directed his words towards me, "all I wanted was to have a nice day, but I can't even get home without some bullshit like them drunk off their asses and arguing." He was a little too loud this time.

      It made me jump up and grab his hand. There was nothing I could think of to do. I pulled him close to my and wrapped my arms around his neck, sealing him in a warm embrace. He was hesitant but he eventually cling to me as if there was not tomorrow.
 
      His skin cool from the night, he was chilled. His head was hot, though, but he's always been a loves me hothead. His palm came into contact with the skin on my back. He shook violently and sniffled.

      Richard 'Trashmouth' Tozier was crying.

      I slowly rocked him back and forth and rubbed his shoulders. We eventually made it to my bed, he laid down so that he was on top of me and his face was buddies deep within my neck.

      "I know, hun," I coped at him, rubbing all the way down his back then to the middle of his shoulder blades.

      The next time Richie spoke was when we had made it so we sat at the edge of my bed with our feet dangling. He turned to look at me, I looked at the floor. I didn't want hi to look at me. I didn't want hi to look into my souls and know something was wrong.

      He took my face in his hands and asked, "what the hell is wrong with your face?" He asked.

      The question made me chuckle, to anyone else this would have been offensive, but I'm not anyone else.

      "Typical trash mouth, I have a condition that makes my eyes different color. I have one green eye, one blue eye." I explained.

      He furrowed his eyebrows, "you're still hot." He sad blatantly.

      "I get it, you wanna be a comedian." I mocked him, it made him chuckle, that's all that mattered.

      "But seriously, besides your Franken-eyes, what qualifies you to be a loser?" He asked, I think he was just trying to figure out my problems to distract him from his own.

       "I'm an orphan." I said to him, he rolked his eyes dramatically and nudged me.

"Duh, I mean, what's your deal?"    

      "I don't know what you're talking about, Tozier." I say to him and sighed.

      It was quiet once again, there was no way I was gonna spill my heart out to one of them, not now, not...yet. He suddenly scoot over towards me and wrapped his arm around me as a friendly gesture. I put my head on his shoulder and breathed deeply.

     "My life is a mess." I answered his question from earlier.

      I looked his shoes and saw some familiar petals on the soles of them.

"Richie did you step in my flowers?"

Typical Trash Mouth.