Bryce knocks on my door with a box of pasta "should we try the new pasta that's trending?" he asks as I let him in the house
I nod "sure" I say as he moves towards the stove. We put the tomatoes and feta in the Tupper wear and bake it as Bryce boils the pasta. We take it out, and mix it together
Bryce crinkles his nose "looks kind of gross no?" he asks making me laugh "can't say anything until we try it" I say
We set the table, and sit down ready to take the first bite "1,2," "3" I respond and we both take the first bite together "wow" Bryce says "surprisingly good" I respond
We eat the pasta and talk when someone is on the other side of my door, trying to open it "what the hell" I mumble to myself
I walk over and open up the door "mom" I say taken aback as my mom stands in front of me, looking small and shrivelled, looking like crap "baby!" she says walking in and hugging me
I hug her back, still in shock. "well who is this?" she asks pointing at Bryce "that's Bryce the neighbour" I explain
"and what are you guys eating" she asks walking over to the table. "you won't like it" I snap "but I can make you something else" I offer
"Bryce you can take the plate home, I'll see you tomorrow?" I say to him pushing for him to get out "yeah, of course can you just help me bring it over I have sensitive hands from work" he says
I pick up the plate and walk outside with Bryce "are you okay?" he asks "no not really" I mumble "want to talk about it? you can stay here if you want" he says
"Bryce I'm fine I have been dealing with this my whole life. I'm just shocked because I haven't seen her since highschool" I say rubbing my head
"okay well if you need anything, I'm here so don't be shy and knock on the door okay?" he says sincerely "okay, thanks" I say
"here" he says putting the plate inside and pulling me in for a hug. This is weird, but comforting. We stand there for a minute before I pull away "thanks, I'll see you" I say walking back home
I open my door to see my mom looking through the fridge, making a mess of the kitchen "what the hell are you doing!?" I ask walking towards her
"I just cleaned up today!" I groan and she puts a piece of cheese in her mouth "so kid you missed me?" she asks "sure" I mumble
"hey! I'm your mother, don't act like a bitch!" she says slapping my head. "mom what are you doing here?" I ask with my hands crossed
"I'm coming back, I' better" she says "no, you're not" I say 'you're high right now" I say "so? I'm still better" she groans
"mom I don't want to live with you! You ruin my mental health" I say "shut up, this is my house" she spits "not anymore it's not! I am the one paying the bills, I am the one doing everything around here" I say starting to cry
"baby" she pouts putting her hand on my face "if you don't want to live with me, I could care less. Go live with that boy toy of yours I'm sure he will keep you satisfied" she says
"mom no I'm not the one leaving, you are" I say sternly "no baby I'm not. Good try though" she says making me absolutely furious
"fine. If you can stay here tonight without leaving to go get drugs, I'll think about it" I say and she laughs "okay mom" she says walking to her old room
God she makes me so mad. I hear another knock at the door now who "dix what are you doing here?" I ask "your little boyfriend stalked me, found my Instagram and messaged me to tell me what happened" she says walking in
"I'm fine" I say rolling my eyes "I'm just not sure what she wants this time, but you need to get out of here I don't want to make her upset" I say "Addi are you sure?" dixie asks
"dixie, I love you but please go home" I say and she hugs me "call me if you need anything kay?" I nod my head "love you!"
Okay so even though I have more passion and energy towards writing about ethma, and the sister squad I get no views and no comments and what's the point. Now I don't care that my books are flopping, I care because I like being able to interact with you guys. When it comes to my sway stories I love when you guys comment, and message me about it, nobody does so with my other books. So I'll just focus on this one for now :)
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the boy next door// Braddison
RomanceAddison has lived quite a life in her small bungalow, with a deadbeat dad, and druggie mom who barely comes home. Things start to change when a certain "bad boy" moves in next door.