"I have food!" I shout, walking in through the front door, fast food in hand.
I throw my work bag down and walk the In N Out bag to the kitchen counter, mom gets up from the couch and comes to help.
"Go get comfy, I'll finish taking out the food." She assures me.
"No it's fine, I'm hungry." I answer.
"You sure? You look tired.."
"Do I look bad?" When mom's say you look 'tired' it usually means they think you look like shit.
"Baby, I said tired. Have you been getting enough sleep? It's summer- you should be sleeping."
Honestly? I haven't been getting a whole lot of sleep. I'm either working or out with the girls or everyone- and when I finally get time to slow down or rest, I'm overthinking every interaction I've ever had with Amber. I haven' played a single song or sewn a single stitch in weeks. So my busy schedule consists of strictly retail, partying and self depreciation- which is exactly how I wanted my summer to be going.
"I am sleeping, when I have time to." I answer.
"Are you sure?" She presses.
"Mother, I promise that shall I ever have trouble with my normal bodily functions, you will be the first to know about it." I reach over and tap her hand sarcastically.
"Mhm- you don't need to tell me about all of your problems with your bodily functions though- you keep that to yourself." She jokes.
"Ew mom..." We both grab our food and walk back to the living room, taking our spots on the couch and relaxing.
I slip my shoes off and plop down, sinking into the couch cushions. I sit up to take a bite of my burger and just before I can my phone buzzes.
Wes:
Six flags tomorrow night? My mom said she can get time off
His mom? Pardon my french, but what the fuck does she have to do with us going to Six Flags?
Wes:
Six flags tomorrow night? My mom said she can get time off
oh is your car in the shop? we can take mine :)
My car is fine lol
I was thinking we could go tomorrow with my mom
The three of us haven't been together in a while
Yeah I wonder why. I have nothing against the sheriff, and I'd hope she has nothing against me- but the last few times I've caved on spending time with the both of them- I became the third wheel in my own fucking relationship. Look, I am the first to say I love hanging out with my mom- and being a single mother is not easy, and if my mom ever wanted to- for whatever fucking reason- hangout with me and my friends, fine whatever. But when I'm around his mom at all, I just feel like an accessory. It's like not being in on an inside joke, but for the entirety of interacting with your boyfriend and his mom. I just- it's not my cup of tea. I exasperatingly throw my phone back down on the couch and finally take a bite of my burger.
"Why so glum chum?" Mom asks, taking notice of my action.
"Wes wants me to go to Six Flags with him and his mom tomorrow." I whine, throwing my head back on the cushion.
"He wants you to be around that godforsaken woman..." She groans.
"Mom you can't say thaaaaat." I groan again, now rubbing my face out of stress.
"Why?" She teases me.
"Because she's my boyfriend's mom." I groan.
"She's not my mom, and if it's not politically incorrect or offensive I can say it, right?"
"Ughhhh, I don't wanna goooo." I whine.
"Then don't go." Mom answers, turning her attention to the TV now.
"But then I'm a bad girlfrienddddd."
"Taking a rain check does not make you a bad girlfriend, kid." She scoffs.
"But it's not just that," I adjust myself and face more towards her, "I feel like I keep putting him on the back burner. Like- we're only ever together when we hang out with everyone..."
"Is that your fault though? I thought you were crying the other day because he took a boy to your date?"
"I did not cry, and he invited Chad- which I was not aware of." I correct her.
"So how is that on you?"
"I don't know, I just feel like I haven't been spending time enough with him- like just us."
"Well then baby you need to tell him that." She sighs.
"Do you remember the last time I said that? He almost skipped prom because I recommended we go to dinner alone."
"Sheriff's idea?" She winces.
"YES."
"Well then I don't know what to tell you kid." She shrugs.
We both fall into an almost silence, chewing sounds and background TV plague the air as I rethink everything again. We haven't been alone together in forever. I mean last time I had this realization, he invited someone else to our date- never gonna let that go by the way. I feel like he's also less inclined to be mean when we're with everyone. I like being around everyone right now as opposed to just us, but I feel bad by thinking that, y'know? UGH, I hate everything. I wish I could hangout with my friends without feeling guilty, I wish I could hangout with my boyfriend without feeling like an embarrassment, I wish I didn't feel so weird all the time around Amber.
"What about that person you had a crush on? Or- friend crush, sorry. Amber?" Mom breaks the silence.
"What about her?" She's gonna say something so out of pocket I'm gonna evaporate- I can feel it.
"Did you ever solve that?"
"Not really, why?"
"Oh I was just wondering, you never talked about it again after the one time- I wanted an update- see if you guys were hanging out more." She laughs.
"Sorry mom, no update." I sigh. I wish I was able to hangout with her without being weird. That one night in my room was fun, just sitting around talking about music- the clown game the other night-OH!
"Oh wait! I have something!" I jump up from my spot on the couch and run upstairs to my room. I grab the Care Bear from off my bed and sprint back downstairs, "Look what I got the other night!"
"Aww, Harmony Bear!" I hand it to her, "When did you get this?"
"The other night when we all went out for pizza, I won it- well kinda."
"'Kinda'? Oh god- y/n did you steal it?"
"What? No- mom," I laugh. Damn she really think's I'd steal a whole Care Bear, she hates me, "Amber helped me get enough tickets to get it."
"So you lied- you said you guys weren't hanging out?" She snaps.
"Umm no, I said the problem was not fixed."
"Hmm. Why don't you invite her to Six Flags? So you don't have to be alone with Wes and his mom?"
Oh god- personally I would love that but it would not go over well.
"I feel like I'd be shot on sight," I scoff, "but maybe I can try and make it a group thing..."
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A Letter To You // Amber Freeman X Fem Reader
Fanfictiony/n, 17, and her friends are kicking off the summer before their senior year doing what normal teenagers do: party, work, hangout and gossip. y/n's found her relationship with former friend to boyfriend Wes the focus of most group discussions, and n...
