"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" BL

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Love. I've never understood the point of it. I mean yes you get to be together, have sex, and just enjoy your partners company, but what's the point when it won't last.
I don't believe in love. I have a reason. Love is supposed to be forever. So is marriage. But my parents didn't last. My mom wanted a divorce from my dad. She said he wasn't right for her. She wouldn't really tell me anything. After they got divorced my dad brought in a lot of girls. None of them stayed though. So love is pointless.
I know a lot of people would disagree with me. I know a lot of people think love is life. And for some people it is, but not for me. Love isn't for me.

"Beep beep beep" my alarm started blasting an annoying beeping sound.
I put it as annoying as I could find because I didn't want to sleep through it.
"Honey, are you up?" My mom yelled from the other room.
I didn't answer. I sat up in my bed and covered my head with my blanket. Why do I have to get up? Can't I just lay in bed all day?
"Lennox?" My mom questioned trying to open the door. "Why is the door locked? You know you can't lock your door! Is there a girl in there?"
     As many times as I've told her I'm not interested in dating she still thinks I hook up with people.
    I still didn't answer.
"Lennox you have 5 second to open the door or I will kick it down" she yelled
    I still didn't answer. I don't care if she kicks my door down. I just want to be left alone.
     "5, 4, 3, 2, 1,"
   A loud bam echoed through the house. The door swinger opened and she came barging in.
  Idiot.
     "Why didn't you answer? I thought you had someone in here. I can't believe you locked your door." She kept going on for a few minutes repeating the questions in different ways.
    I didn't say anything. Why couldn't I be mute? I'd rather not talk. I'd rather stay silent for the rest of my life.
    "We're going to have a talk later" she said after a few minutes.
    I wanted to tell no. I didn't. I stayed quiet. Talking would just make things worse.

     I stood up after she left and walked over to my door. There was a hole in it. Right in the center. The door hander was halfway out of the door. Well shit.
     Oh well I don't care. Nothing I can do about it.

  I walked over to my dresser and grabbed a pair of ripped jeans even though I felt like wearing sweatpants. I then walked to my closet and grabbed a sweatshirt out. It was oversized. I put my clothes on and walked over to the mirror on the other side of my room.
     Ugly.

   I grabbed some socks from my dresser and put them on. I then walked out of my room and headed to the kitchen where I found my shoes. I put my shoes on and sat down at the table.
    "What was all the yelling about?" A voice asked.
   I turned to see my 12 year old brother, Conner.
  "Mom thought I had a girl in my room" I said
"Why would she think that? You've never even dated anyone" he asked
     "Good question" I said and turned to mom who was standing in the hallway.
    She rolled her eyes and made a motion with her hand calling me to her.
     I stood up slowly and walked over to her. She started walking away into her bedroom. Great. Just what I need.
    I followed her there and she shut the door. This morning is starting out just great.
    I sat down on her bed and she started staring at me with a disappointed look in her eyes.

     "Lennox" she said
"What?" I asked annoyed.
     "Don't get an attitude with me" she stated in a cold way.
    "Why not? I think I'm allowed to act however I want when you accuse me of something" I replied
    "I'm your mother! You do not get to act however you want! And we have a rule Lennox! You know you're not supposed to lock your door."
    She took a deep breath and quickly added "what am I supposed to think when you lock your door and don't answer. I could've thought you snuck out. Who knows you could've had a girl in there..."
     "Mom" I said cutting her off "when have I ever dated anyone? When have I ever come to you talking about girls? When have I even talked about some girl I called cute?"
     I waited for her to answer but she didn't.
"Exactly. I've never talked about any girls. I don't want to date anyone. I don't want to talk to anyone. I just want to be left alone in my own world. Why can't you just trust me enough that I won't do something stupid?"
    "Because" she said softly "I was your age once"
"But I'm not you. Just because you screwed up and had a kid at the age of 16 doesn't mean I want to."  I replied bluntly.
"Get out of my room" she said clenching her fist.
I didn't move at first but when she took a step towards me I bolted for the door.
Amazing. I made her pissed.
I walked into the kitchen, grabbed my backpack that was on the back of a chair, and ran out the door. Luckily we live right across from the school so we get to walk.

Why can't she just understand I want my own privacy? Why can't she understand I don't want to date anyone? Why can't she understand that she's the reason I don't believe in love?

How was that? Was it good? I hope so. I'm trying. I've never finished a story before so I'm hoping I actually finish this one. 😅

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