My Only

CHAPTER 8

June 29th
Jeanne Watson

"Which one should I wear?" Jessica asks me as she holds up two dresses. One white, tight dress to the knees with a golden chain belt, and one red, short dress with a small slit on the left leg. "Red or white?"

"Mmm...red" I say.

"Okay, Luke will love it!" she says in excitement.

She's going on a date with Luke the day after tomorrow. They're going to have dinner at some probably fancy restaurant. It'll be their first real date I think.

I smile at her.

"How are you and Harry going?" she asks while looking through her closet. "You disappeared last night. I was worried" she turns to me now. I get reminded of yesterday and stress grips me, knowing that Harry is planning to kill me in a torturous death.

"Err...it's...it's good" I say trying to sound convincing. "My phone died and I was tired so I went back home. Sorry" I lie.

"Okay, never do it again"

"Never" She smiles and turns back to her closet. I take up my phone to see what time it is and see a text from my mom. The time is 10:08pm.

"Hello sweetie, how are you? Haven't heard from you in a few days."

"Hi! Sorry I've been busy, how are you? I miss you"

"I miss you too! We'll meet soon!"

"Yes we will, how is it in Paris?"

"It's great"

"Good"

My mom lives in Paris since my dad was from there and the day I turned eighteen she moved there. She didn't tell me and I'm a bit angry at my mom for that, but we worked it out, kind of. Of course I'm still disappointed at her but, there's nothing I can do about it. And I don't want to lose my mum.

I put back my phone and look at Jessica. She's looking at me, sitting on a chair.

"Who are you texting?" she asks.

"Mum"

"What did she say?" she asks.

"Nothing special, just that she misses me"

"Okay, how do you...feel about her? You don't talk much about her" she looks serious.

"I mean, she's my mum..." I pause. "What she did is wrong and I don't think I'll ever forgive her for that 100% but, she's my mum and I love her and I know that she loves me and she missed dad and when I got old enough to live by myself she left, and that's wrong and awful and I felt like shit when she left, but she's sorry and I still love her" I explain.

"Okay, as long as you're happy" she says and smiles.

"Let's change subject" I then say and stand up and clap my hands.

"Yes"

"What shall we do?" I ask.

"I don't know" she says.

"Can we like, order pizza and watch a movie and just...chill?" I suggest.

"Yes, please!" she says dreamy. "I'm starving"

We walk down the stairs to the kitchen. Jessica orders pizza and I try to find movies in the living room.

When I hear that she has hung up the phone, I walk to the kitchen with three movies.

"Which one? I ask.

"Can't we watch Grease?" she asks. It feels like someone stabs me in my stomach.