ARE YOU WITH ME?

1

A new day, a brand new and awful new day.

"Mom, where's my shirt?"

I got up from my bed and looked for something to put on in the order I set up in the mess.

"Wherever you left it, it is there. ''

A big thank you, we will always be grateful for your support and effort.

I put on the pieces that I could find, suitable for going out, without bothering me too much and without tiring my brain for them. For me, any outfit was suitable for going out. Except for the rarest pieces that I just splashed pomegranate juice on.

"Good morning baby, it's a new day. '' my mom said."

"You know what they say, it's a goddamn new day." I said as my mother placed her watery kisses on my cheeks. Calm down, your acne-prone skin won't be affected by your mom's nice juicy kisses, no.

"Come to breakfast, baby. ''

"I'll mum if you stop making me a sandwich and kissing me. ''

''But what a delicious sandwich! "Her hands went to my thick hair to tie up.

"You know, mom, it's no use pulling the hair of your daughter, who isn't very comfortable in her skin, like that."  A light irony.

"Here we go again." She tied my hair up and. She was used to this mix of my passive aggressiveness and insecurity.

I was the type that nobody would be crazy. I could become a difficult person to deal with with my sarcastic remarks and my unnecessary and inexplicable jokes.

I'm not good at heart affairs, I'm like fishermen who cast a line in the sea and wait until the evening for nothing. A lover is not a must, of course, but if one has reached this age, of course, it is a need. Of course, my lovers didn't care about me like I did, my listening to them like a psychologist. Hang out for two days, and goodbye girl! We knew what they want. They were all children.

I went downstairs without torturing myself enough to buy antidepressants again. A Celexa wouldn't be bad actually. Anyway.

Skipped the breakfast table, my stomach was definitely not accepting early breakfast, went to the door.

"Make friends!" my mother said.

Deep breath.

"Yeah mom, I know it's great to meet new people, but I wish they were of the same mind, right? I'm going. ''

'' We love you! "Chosen man, lord of the north, my dear father had settled the matter for each of us.

Me too you big hearted man, me too!

I winked at him and ran away from the house. Seriously running.

I ran screaming saying I hate my school and my house. That was comforting, anyone who tries it will agree with me. My hatred of my home was all about the house itself and its location. Moving to a new home and separating me from my familiar habitat triggered borderline depression.

No, this is not the story of a spoiled teenager who is dissatisfied with his family.

Since we are in the 21st century and everyone is switching to wireless headphones and I still live with wires, I fell flat on the ground when I couldn't see my way while struggling with cables and bumped into something hard.

"Hey!" I stopped rubbing my hands and lifted my head towards the voice.

A hard thing was a man, a man like a statue.

"I am so sorry." I said but was it me on the ground?

"No, I'm really sorry." He said.

There it is! He grabbed my arms and picked me up in one move.

"I did not see you." I said as he kneels down, collecting my scattered headphones and my phone. "I'm sorry about that too, how can I make up for it?"

He held out my muddy earphones, looking a little embarrassed. Make up for it? I wanted to smile slyly.

"I'm new here, I guess I'll always be new. So..." I ended my speech all of a sudden. What did I want to say?

Read some books and expand your vocabulary added to the to-do list.

"There's a nice cafe, I work there too." He must have understood my desperation so he smiled mercifully.

"The cafe, of course, I was looking for a place to go and have fun with friends!"

Of course if I had a friend. I raised my voice in panic.

"You can come with your computer and book, there are also single seats. If you sit on the chairs facing outside of the cafe, there is a beautiful view from the windows."

I am a real pathetic.

"I have a motorbike," he pointed at his helmet. "So I'm leaving now, you can come with me  if you want."

"Me? Yes I do, well... I mean."

Calm down Sylvia, think...

School. Can school be sacrificed to make friends? Why not for once?

Stranger. Should you trust someone you met five minutes ago and get on his bike? In college, everyone hitchhikes to school, and he helped me.

Pretty strong argument by the way!

He pulled me out of my swamp of thought with his voice. "Your phone is ringing."

Thanks.

"Honey, I just wanted to call and check, is everything okay? ''

"I-I'm fine. I'm with a friend." My eyes went to the boy for two seconds, and I turned my eyes away.

Friend? We've just met six minutes ago.

"Baby!" my mom gave a small cry and calmed her voice. "Put her on the phone right now and I'll say hello."

Why don't you be a normal mom and say hi and hang up, why?

"Yes, of course, unfortunately he is eating, now he can't talk. ''

I bit my tongue again, I always bite when she lied, I hated lying to my mom, but I was sick of her keeping on at me all these friend issues, let me tell you. I became an adult, right?

"Give him to the phone, honey."

"Okay, just a second. ''

I looked up at the boy, wanting to get through this with the least amount of damage and embarrassment.

 I turned off the speaker and approached him.

"Can you do me a little favor?"

He frowned, but I'd be lying if I said he didn't even have a smile on his face.

''As you can see, she is a little nut. Let's call it a draw?"

Blackmail is blackmail.

" Will you be my friend?" It was a lousy question that was asked with a embarrassment.

"I'll have a condition too." After waving his index finger at me, he said, "Give me that phone," and grabed it.

" Yes ​​miss. We are friends. Just. No. So yes . No. Not yet. " his eyes met mine and glanced away. " I didn't kiss. Yet. No, I didn't offer her alcohol. Thank you. Same to you. Yes miss. Have a nice day. "

With each response, I fell more and more ashamed.

"Be ready for my offer." he said, and two seconds later, which I think was for him to digest the fact of my mother, he burst into laugh.

"I guess I have no other choice."