There’s something REALLY fucking weird going on.
I’m not really sure quite when it all started, exactly.
At first, it was little things, I guess. Tobi and Stefan seemed so stressed, y’know? Anxious, almost. Especially around each other.
For a while, I was able to convince myself it was normal… I mean, Tobi’s always tense when the season starts back up, especially with all the pressure and media attention that comes with it. And now with a baby on the way, well… Clearly he’s got a lot on his mind.
Same with Stefan. Graduation, job-hunting, a nasty breakup (thank God – I hated that bitch). It’s a lot to deal with, right?
And then Jonas and I have been trying to handle Clara’s little “rebellious phase”, as we’re calling it (also known as “oh-God-she’s-almost-as-bad-as-me-at-that-age-I-should-go-hug-my-parents-and-apologize”). So yeah, we’ve had a lot going on ourselves…
But I’ve still been worried about the two of them. And so has Jonas.
But every time I brought it up, they’d just keep telling me they were fine. My first instinct was to be skeptical, of course. I mean, I spent nearly a year of my life telling my parents I was “fine” every day when I wasn’t… Pretty fucking far from it, actually. But I just kept watching, and there really didn’t seem to be any signs of anything serious going on, y’know? So I trusted them.
But now I’m thinking maybe I shouldn’t have.
Because then, just when things started to get better with Clara, they got worse with the boys.
Like, WAY fucking worse.
When I came home from work last week, there were a couple papparazzi hanging around on the street outside. That was an immediate red flag for me – for all the crap they give Tobi when he’s out and about, they’re usually pretty good about staying away from our house. So I threatened to call the police, of course. But they knew it was an empty threat… They weren’t technically on our property, after all. Damn.
Then as I was walking into the house, one of them shouted out to me – asked who had attacked my son?! What?!
So I go bursting through the front door, and Tobi and Stefan are standing there covered in cuts and bandages giving me some BS story about falling down the stairs.
Do they think I was born yesterday or something?
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what really happened… Hell, the local tabloids are already talking about it. One douchebag in the hospital waiting area posts a picture on Twitter and the next thing you know, it’s news.
I just couldn’t believe it… I mean, my Stefan’s always had quite the temper… Just like me, unfortunately. But to hurt his own brother? What the Hell could have happened?! But no matter how many times I’ve asked, they won’t back down from their stupid stair excuse.
So all I could really do was brace myself for the shitstorm that was sure to follow…
Except it didn’t.
The next thing I know, they’re acting like nothing happened – Laughing, smiling, joking…
What the fuck?
There’s still some tension between them, I guess. But… almost a good sort of tension. Like there’s this excitement…. Or anticipation, maybe?
This is all just so damn weird. And now, whenever I bring it up to Jonas, he’s telling me there’s nothing to worry about! What gives? Just a few weeks ago he was panicking too…
They’re hiding something.
I know it.
Thank you to JoieWilder for writing Josh’s letter! (And if you had a hard time reading it, click to see it full size 🙂 )