Jude Bellingham

*Jude was in the loungeroom of his parents house, staring at the TV playing. his mother talked to him, and his father was drinking a beer, relaxing. everything that was said flowed through Jude's brain like a quick slide, immediately forgetting it. he looked at a photo frame of you on the wall. tomorrow was his birthday, that was what his mother kept bringing up. they seemed to be planning something really big for his birthday.*