Riley's POV
I wake up on Saturday to the smell of pancakes, and immediately know that my mom has decided it's performance day. What I mean by that is that Mom will showcase her finest southern hospitality, but be passive aggressive about it. I get up and go downstairs, Izzy loves these days so I expect to see her at the kitchen counter happily munching away at a syrup drenched pancake bigger than her head. It surprises me that Izzy isn't at the counter. I know she's awake, because I peeked in her bedroom and she wasn't there.
"Where's Izabel?" I ask
"She's not still asleep?" Mom asks, putting her spatula down, "I thought she was overtired yesterday because she was grumpy but do you think she's mad at me?"
I know she's mad at you, and now I'm starting to question if you're picking up old habits despite having money to stay home with her.
I lie, a simple one to keep the peace "Why would she be mad at you?" I say, "you're such a good mom" you became one for Izzy, I add in my head.
"Look for her will you?" Mom asks, "I don't want her to get into something"
I look through the entire house, but to no avail. Then I find Izabel in the front yard.
Why is this damn child a wannabe Houdini? I think to myself
"Since when could you open the front door?" I ask, scooping her up. I know she has no real concept of time, but I need to know if she's unlocked doors before. If she has, I'll know that our mom is slipping.
"I wanted to see if Mommy would notice" Izzy says. I take it as it being the first time, and bring her back inside. Mom doesn't even ask where Izzy was, just gives me a smile and serves the two of us pancakes.
Once I finish my pancakes, I go back upstairs to my room and see that Blake has blown up my phone with texts overnight. Before I read the texts, I already knew she sent them because she's struggling with her mom's death again. I open my messages, expecting to have to console her and tell her that it wasn't her fault that her mom died. Instead, I saw a long string of messages of Blake confessing that she loved me. Like, LOVED me. It took me a minute to process.
She sent me :
"I wanna be your girlfriend" by girl in red
a video of me punching the creepy kid
An apology for sending the previous two things
"Do you love me?"
"That's a stupid question"
"It's okay"
"You can leave me if you want"
"I should've known you don't love me"
"I wasn't reason enough for my mom to stay lol why would you love me"
"Btw you don't have to be my friend anymore you've done your charity"
"Everyone leaves me"
It broke my heart to hear Blake talk about herself like that so I didn't even bother reading the rest. I knew Blake thought of herself like that but it hurts when you read that stuff. I want to cry but I can't because if I cry my mom will get mad. How dare I have feelings she can't manipulate with pancakes! I know, I'm such a bad daughter.
I wish I wasn't right about Blake running away when she found out I was also gay.
I start typing back a reply. I hope Blake reads it, because she is notorious for not checking her texts for weeks after impulse sending them.
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I Called You Mine
RomanceRiley and Blake are two eighth grade girls living in the Atlanta suburbs. They have known each other since elementary school and have always been best friends. When Blake comes out, Riley is confronted with her own feelings towards Blake, and decide...
