Alex's POV (Son)
"Why do I have to get new shoes mommy?" I ask, "I have my spiderman ones that aren't dirty, I promise mommy."
"You need new shoes because next week is the start of first grade. Don't you want a pair of shoes that light up?" Mommy says.
"Can I pick out which ones I wear?"
"If you like them and I like them. I will buy them for you."
"Okay, and can we go to Dairy Queen when were done?"
"We'll see how much time this takes."
I turn and look out the window of the car. The trees whizz by which makes me a little dizzy. The fields are a light orange color and the tractors drive through the fields picking the corn. "I want to drive a tractor one day mommy," I say staring at the big green vehicle.
When we get to the store mommy takes me to the kids shoe's, immediately looking for a pair. I find some that are dark green and black. When I hit the bottom of them, they flash green. "Mommy! These one's, I want these one's!" I squeal with delight and show her them.
"Lets see if their in your size. Take your shoe's off." I do as told as she waits patiently for me. "Here slip your foot in," She says helping me. They fit comfortable and I run up and down the area so they'll light up really bright. "Are you sure these are the ones you want?"
"Yeah, these are the ones for me," I say taking them off and putting my other ones on. We pay for the shoe's and leave the store. "Now can we get ice cream?"
"I guess so, but your paying," mommy says with a wink.
"The man always serves the woman. My treat," I reply.
"Woah, where'd you hear that from?"
"Daddy said it to you the night you two went on that date together."
"Well he is correct. When your a teenager and go in a date, never let her pay. No matter how many times she demands to pay for herself."
"Girls have cooties, their gross."
"Someday, you will love a girl so much that you won't ever want to leave her side."
"I already love someone like that mommy."
"Oh really, who is this girl you fancy so much?" She asks.
"You," I reply and she smiles.
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Just a Drink
Teen FictionIt should've been me. I should've been the one, instead here I sit with a drink in my hand. My seven year old son staring at me with those curious deer eyes, wondering what ever happened to his mother. How am I ever going to tell him that his mother...
