I'll Be Okay || Self Para
"Old Spice and Axe? Check."
Carter went over a mental list of things to pack for the trip to Paris. To be honest, he was still a little surprised his mother was letting him go on the trip. But hey, she said yes, so what else was there to really worry about? He continued to make sure he had everything he needed, sorting through his belongings for anything he might forget. "Honey?", a voice called out from the hallway before they reached his room. "In here, Mom.", Carter called back as he kept up his search.Β
Ms. Vanderbilt, in blue pumps and a sparkling baby blue dress, put in the renaming parts of her earrings and tilted her head to the side. "Sweetie, zip me up?", his mother asked. "Uh..", the boy grimaced and sighed. Reluctantly, he quickly zipped up the back of his mother's dress. "I'm 16 you know, I'm a little old for 'zip up mommy's dress'. I'm not 8 you know.", he stated before going right back to his things. "I know, sweetie. But with your sister out for the night, I can barely reach thing. Besides, you'll always be mommy's little boy.", she said with a chuckle before kissing his forehead. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Just have fun on your date alright?", he smiled back at her softly.
"Of course honey.", she told him before starting to exit his room, but stopping right by the doorway. "Are you all packed for your trip? Clothes and everything...", she asked, her voice with a note of seriousness. He nodded quickly before zipping up his suitcase. "Yeah, got all the essentials. Promise to bring you back a shirt or something.", he grinned. Ms. Vanderbilt folded her arms, letting out a small sigh. "I meant your pills, Carter. did you pack your pills?" His grin quickly turned into a small frown, sighing a bit as he stood up. "Do you mean did I pack my crazy pills so I don't act like some loser who tries hurts himself then yeah, I did."
He huffed as he looked down. He didn't like where this conversation was going now. "You're not a loser, Carter. I just..I just don't want you to have an episode or forget while you're away. I won't be there to remind you everyday to take them you know." She walked back into the room, resting her hand on his shoulder for a moment, before he Β quickly shoved it away. He fixed his face, offering her a smile as he faced her. "Don't worry ok? I'm brought em and I won't forget! I'll be really good, promise ok?", he grinned widely.
With a small sigh, Ms. Vanderbilt simply gave Carter a kiss on the cheek and offered him a smile back. "I believe you. I know you're a responsible young man. It's just my job to worry." She moved her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Well worry a little less ok? Just focus on your date and Lily's date that you weren't supposed to know about." The pair chuckled, his mother raising her brows as the last remark. "I'll..have to talk with your sister later then.", she told him still laughing slightly. She let go of him, kissing him on the forehead once more as she mouthed goodbye, exiting his room and shutting the door behind her.
The smile on his face quickly dissipated however once she was gone. He headed to his bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet. Β He wasn't being entirely truthful, and he knew that. But he was planning on bringing them. But just staring at the bottles was a harsh reminder of his state. Even when he didn't feel like it, he always has to take these things. He stared at the bottle labels: Paxil, Anafranil, Tenormin, and the rest. Each of these little bottles used to keep him "sane". He opened one of the bottles, taking his daily dosage with a hefty sigh.Β
He felt sane, he felt ok. But happy? Honestly, he wasn't quite sure what that really meant.
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