My Angel (COMPLETE)

Chapter 53- Shower buddies

Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

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Once mom comes home with Yaya I'ma tell them. I'm so fuckin scared.

"You scared? I'm scared."

He flips my ponytail over my face, "nope."

I put it back. "How?" I need to know. This is driving me mad. I have no idea how anyone is gonna react and if I gotta move to the Amazon rainforest to hide.

A hide away house would be so cool. I need a mental one from my thoughts too.

"If it has to be done it has to be done. No point in stressing over something simple."

"How is this simple? You confuse me."

My head and heart and stomach and every other organ hurts. It's like going to a new school for the first time.

"We did the worst parts. This is easy, what are you actually scared of?"

"What if they don't like you? What if they get mad at me? What if someone passes out? What if someone dies? What if they disown me? What if they call the police on you?"

He puts his hand under my thigh and pulls me closer, "you overthink too much. Half of what you said is guff. Don't worry."

"I can'ttttt. This is so crazy." I think I'm crying, I don't even know. This is sorta terrifying. I don't even know how we're gonna do this. "How is this gonna work?"

"Face time."

"Okayyyy?"

"Or you could tell them and then I officially meet them tomorrow."

"The second one."

"See? Simple."

He's delusional.

I hear the door open. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

I don't even know what to say. Improv at its finest.

"You're going to make yourself pass out if you don't relax."

I look up at him, "I'm too nervous to relax." Wow I'm so squeaky.

He shakes his head, "go talk to the people you grew up with."

I get up and listen to my mom, dad, and grandma talk in the kitchen, right past this corner.

I look back at him, "come with me." He gets up and I grab his hand.

My insides are so tight and I feel like I'm in trouble even though I'm not.

Not yet anyways.

I walk over to the kitchen table with my manz, My manz, and look at mom and yaya and dad. "I gotta tell y'all something."

"What is it?" Yaya asks.

I will say the most generic shit ever. "Sooo I've been talking to a guy and was wondering if y'all wanna meet him tomorrow...?"

Everyone is shocked and stops existing for a second. I wait to get cursed out for a bit too long.

"What? Who?" Mom asks.

"A guy I met at a coffee shop."

That would have been cuter than the middle of the night.

I don't go to coffee shops though.