With You (BWWM)

Chapter 23

Gia musical outfit

I lay my head on Mavis's lap, feeling the weight of my emotions pressing down on me. "Mavis, why does love have to hurt so much?" I question, a mix of frustration and sadness in my voice.

Mavis runs her fingers through my hair, a soothing gesture that's become second nature to her. "Love's complicated, G. It hurts because it's real. And it's messy but you cant avoid it'

Looking up at Mavis, I manage a small smile. "You, my friend, give relationship advice like a pro. It's crazy. And you're not even in a relationship."

Mavis chuckles, "Well, sometimes an outsider's view is clearer. Plus, I've seen enough relationship drama to last a lifetime."

My eyes reflect the lingering pain. "No guy has made me feel like this before. It's like a punch to the gut."

Understanding my sentiment, Mavis nods, "First love is intense. It hurts, but it's also a journey. You'll come out of it stronger."

"But what do I do now?" I ask, genuine confusion in my eyes.

Mavis suggests, "Maybe treat yourself. Dive into Percy Jackson again?"

I smirk, "Already did that."

Mavis playfully adds, "How about creating some art? It can be therapeutic."

I shake my head, "Tried that too."

Mavis pretends to ponder, "Rewatch Bojack Horseman?"

I shoot her a playful look, "You're running out of ideas, M. But seriously, thanks for being here."

Mavis grins, "Anytime, G. Now, get some rest. I've got your back."

As I lay down, fatigue settling in, Mavis covers me with a blanket, a silent assurance that I'm not facing this alone. But for now I need sheep and I can't just cry all day that's not healthy but what am the supposed to do? That's what I keep asking myself As I lay in bed, the glow of my phone illuminating the darkness of my room, I found myself lost in the endless scroll of Pinterest. It was one of those lazy days where I had no plans, no obligations, just me and my thoughts. But even in the comfort of my own solitude, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was missing.

Alex.

The mere thought of him sent a wave of conflicting emotions crashing over me. On one hand, I longed to see him, to be near him, to feel the warmth of his presence enveloping me. But on the other hand, the thought of facing him, of pretending like everything was okay when it clearly wasn't, filled me with a sense of dread.

It was as if he had cast a spell on me, weaving his way into the very fabric of my being. How else could I explain the inexplicable hold he had over my heart? It made no sense how deeply I was in love with him, how every fiber of my being yearned for his touch, his affection, his love.

But as much as I wanted to see him, to be with him, I knew that today was not the day. Not when my heart still ached with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Not when the mere thought of him sent a pang of longing coursing through my veins.

So I lay there, lost in the sea of Pinterest pins, trying to distract myself from the ache in my chest, the void in my soul. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, tomorrow would be different. That tomorrow, I would find the courage to face him, to confront the storm of emotions raging within me. The next day at school in the media center mavis and Karan we're talking Mavis getting very convened and worried about me by the day I think even worrying her lore that I did not Even go to school today it's not because of whole thing with me and Alex I just wanted a break

Mavis leaned forward, concern etched on her face. "I checked in on Gia, Karan. It's bad. I've never seen her like this it's concerning ."

Karan furrowed his brow, his gaze distant as he processed Mavis's words. "It's the same with Alex. He's heartbroken. He's been with tons of girls, but Gia... she's the one who got him stuck t."

Mavis nodded sympathetically, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I think they'll come around, though. I mean, we have the musical coming up. They can't keep avoiding each other forever eventually they have to talk and make up ."

He sighed, frustration evident in his voice. "I just want them to be normal and get together. This whole romantic rollercoaster thing they've got going on needs to stop."

Mavis chuckled softly, shaking her head in agreement . "knowing them, it's probably going to be a bumpy ride before they figure things out but they'll come around they're a power couple as every power couple they'll work it out ."

' I hope so ' he says softly as he was writing his finished notes for his History class.

Hour's later after at the Winslow household these past few days Alex parents grew concerned like they've notice has been himself and I wasn't over his house anymore even though the rehearsals were over I can there sometimes but since the park haven't been there since

Alex paced back and forth in his room, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. The untouched dinner on his plate served as a stark reminder of the turmoil brewing within.

Suddenly, a knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. It was his mother, her expression a mix of concern and determination. "Alex, can we have a chat?"

He nodded silently, his throat tight with emotion, and gestured for her to enter. As she settled into the chair across from him, her gaze softened, probing yet gentle.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing.

He swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words. "I've messed up, Mum," he admitted, the weight of his confession heavy on his shoulders.

Her brow furrowed in concern. "What do you mean, Alex? What's happened?"

He hesitated, the words catching in his throat. "It's... it's Gianna," he finally managed to say, the name heavy on his tongue.

Understanding flickered in his mother's eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the significance of what he was feeling. "Go on," she urged gently.

"I'm afraid, Mum," he confessed, the admission raw and unfiltered. "Afraid of losing he even though already have, I'm messing things up in a way I never have before. She means everything to me, and I don't know how to handle it."

His mother's gaze softened, sympathy and wisdom shining in her eyes. "If Gianna truly means that much to you, Alex, you need to show her. Actions speak louder than words, especially in matters of the heart. But if you push her away, if you don't fight for what you have, you'll lose her."

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, the reality of the situation sinking in with brutal clarity. "I don't want to lose her, Mum," he whispered, the fear and uncertainty threatening to consume him.

"Then don't," his mother replied simply, her voice gentle yet firm. "But remember, love is a choice. It's not always easy, but it's worth fighting for but it's up to you if you want to fight for it ."

With a heavy heart, he nodded, absorbing her words like a lifeline in the midst of a storm. After their conversation, he retreated to his room, the weight of his emotions still heavy on his shoulders.

Turning to his phone, he knew what he had to do. It was time to face his fears, to show Gianna just how much she meant to him. It wouldn't be easy, but for me , it was worth it.

But up to the musical now all or nothing