Chapter 8: My Mother

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*Grasers POV*

It was the next morning. I woke up on my bed next to Dom who was sleeping peacefully. My arm was wrapped around her waist, as per usual, and she was snoring, really loudly. It was cute. I felt bad for what I had tried to do last night, I got carried away. Plus we were just friends and it seemed like she wanted to keep it that way, or did she? I mean after last night, we seemed closer then we ever seemed before. I wished we were actually boyfriend and girlfriend but I didn't want to push things to fast especially after her break up.

I carefully climbed over her, trying to get out of bed without waking her up. I successfully made it over. Slowly I made my way downstairs so that way I could make myself breakfast. I couldn't cook so I just made myself a bowl of cereal. As I turned around to get myself the milk out of my refrigerator a familiar face popped up. It was Dom, of course. She walked into my kitchen rubbing her eyes of the morning eye boogers.

"Hey," she groaned.

"Morning sleepy head," I greet. "How was your slumber?"

She sat down at the counter and placed her head in her arms as if she didn't get enough sleep. She probably didn't get enough sleep considering we went to bed at like 2:00 in the morning. Dom took her phone out of her pocket without looking and started checking her social media.

"You hungry?" I asked.

"Eh," she replied.

I just decided to grab her a quick snack, aka a granola bar. My house was filled with junk. No wonder I was heavy, but I was planning on trying to lose some weight soon.

We just sat at the counter talking about random shit. I was really bored. I was craving something, something more.

"I'm bored," I sighed.

She looked up at me with a smile. Just as she started to lean in I heard the door open. Oh no. I turned my head and saw my mom walk in, great.

"Hi Zach!" my mom exclaimed.

Fuck my life.

"Your real name is Zach?" Dom giggled.

"Well its really Zachary but my mom calls me Zach for short. My last name is Graser so everyone calls me Graser instead, I prefer it way better."

"Ok," Dom replied.

"Your mother lets you stay overnight at a boy's house and wearing that?" my mom asked rudely. "How about your father?"

Dom looked down trying to hold back something. I saw her eyes begin to water.

"Well my mom is just really easy going, and she trusts me, but my dad-" she hesitated.

"Your dad what?" my mom asked again slightly getting more mad by the minute.

"My mom and dad are divorced," she said as she shed a tear.

She got up, grabbed her phone and ran upstairs. As she came down she walked towards the door with her bag. Just before she left she turned to me, "Thanks for everything Graser."

And that was the last that I heard of her, for the weekend at least.

hey guys i hoped you enjoyed this chapter, it was kinda short but the other chapters will make up for it. but ya keep reading and ily all stay fierce lol XD sorry i was bored. nicole WANTED to be here but no

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