"Mom I don't get it why do women cry help me!" Adam told his mom, while texting Becca.
"I don't know, Jake."
"Wrong kid mom."
"D*mn, again. Do I look old Adam?" She thought she's was loosing her mind.
"Yep." Jake said while grabbing a apple from the fruit basket. He jumped down onto the couch to turn on Parents Problems his favorite show.His mom flipped the bird at him for half a second, knowing she probably shouldn't do that.
"Shes calling." Adam said nervous.
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°Short time skip. Sorry.
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
Becca was over. Still crying. She didn't take off her hoodie, saying "he" wouldn't like it.
"Thats it!" Adam said, standing from the bed throwing his hands in frustration. The door of the bedroom closed just a bit." Who is 'he' because none of this makes sense?"
"He's... you." Becca said shyly. "I know you get tired of seeing me everyday, I'm ugly. Face it."
Adam said nothing. He took her hood off of her head, pushed back her hair, and placed a big one. Her dark red lipstick left a stain in his. He got up to shut the door, and went back to her. This time she left on onto him.
"Maybe we do sit in a tree." Becca said with a smile, eyes shut.
"Shut up beautiful, let me kiss you." Adam responded in a joking manner, and grabbed her cheeks and squeezed them together, and gave her a big kiss.
