Unsteriotyped

What Is Life

After dropping Brendon off, as bad as it sounds, I needed to focus on myself. No one really knows how hard I work. My mom was home, when I got back which was a good surprise. She is rarely home with work and all. I loved seeing her so much.

"Mom, hey!" I yelled happily as I walked into the kitchen.

She was eating out of a box of pizza on the couch while watching "Criminal Minds". Guess I don't have to cook tonight.

"Sit down, Taylor." She said angrily.

I gave her a surprised look as I sat down nervously on the couch. Why would she be mad? I haven't seen her in at least 2 days because of her work schedule.

"You have been out all evening. And you just pulled in with that little boyfriend of yours, Brendon. Your neglecting your schoolwork, your volleyball, and your band practices to hang with a boy."

My mood went from surprised to shock. And well, anger. First, Brendon isn't my boyfriend- he's my best friend. Next, I work very hard. I have a freaking 3.8 GPA and am a star athlete. And suddenly I'm getting yelled at by my mom about neglecting my work and spending time with boys.

"Mom, Brendon is just a friend. And I have good grades, and have been studying. I've been promoted to co-captain. Also in the band concert next week I have a solo." I said as calmly as I can.

"You are so irresponsible. Why is there no food made? I work so hard and all the time and you spend all your time out with boys!

"Are you really around long enough to know that?"
"I'm working my ass off so you can have a good life!"
Well this escalated quickly...

"And I come home and my daughter is out with some boy!"

"Mom he's my friend. He doesn't mean anything like that. And I'm sorry I didn't think you were gonna be home. Just let me know next time." I said as I repressed my hurt and anger.

"Would you even care? You don't even know how hard I work! Why do I have such a selfish daughter. Your just like your father!

Okay this part hit me like a grenade. My dad was an asshole who left me and my mom. I'm not like him. I fear being like him. I can't stop the hot tears as they freely fall down my cheeks. I didn't know want to say to my mom. I just walked out briskly and ran out the door.

Being the idiot I am, I forgot my jacket. And I'm not going home. It's night and it's cold. There's nowhere to go. I feel so hopeless and alone. When I'm upset I overthink. My mom said I'm like my dad, but I don't want to be a bad person. I always end up numb and hopeless drowning in my own thoughts. Then as I was mentally draining myself, my phone went off. 
Brendon: I see you
I look up and realized I've involuntarily walked to Brendon's street.
Taylor: Hey.
Brendon: wtf are you doing outside without a jacket it's freezing. Also why are you out so late? And you used punctuation which means your upset. so what's wrong.
Oh shit.
Sometimes it feels like he's the only person who cares about me. He actually knows who I am and all my weird secret habits. Well I never cry or get upset. But this time I'm beyond hurt.
And I need someone right now.
Taylor: everything is wrong.
Brendon: my parents aren't home for the night. So do you want to come in?
As soon as I read that and even considered it, it started pouring rain. I instantly got soaked and didn't have a jacket. I started shaking. Standing in the cold night rain, it was freezing. I feel so alone and unimportant.
Then I see someone in a leather jacket and skinny jeans walking over in the rain.
The person standing in front of me is Brendon.
"Taylor I'm here." He takes off his leather jacket and wraps it around my shoulders.
"You look cold".
I don't even say anything as I look up at him.
"Thanks," I say awkwardly.
He walks me into his house.
"So, Taylor, what's wrong?" He says as he grabs towels for us to dry off.
"My mom and I got into a fight. She thinks I'm lazy and spending all my time with my so-called boyfriend- you. She thinks I'm lazy an don't appreciate her. Oh, and she said I'm just like my dad".
"That's fucked up, Taylor".
"Yeah, so am I."