Girlhood, lipgloss and stupid boys.

Chapter nine

Someone knocks on my door. I hope to for that it isn't Noah but I also wish that it was. Colton walks into my room. "Um..hey, sis.." he sighs. He comes and sits next to me on the floor. "Mum is struggling..to leave." He says after a while. "She will eventually, though." I sigh. "I really don't think she will..she missed you." He says. "I missed her too. About the tears.." I begin. "No...boys suck. I know. And I know you'll figure it out, Brooke." He says, putting an arm over me. "Noah doesn't suck. I suck." I reply. "I wasn't talking about Noah." He says. He was talking about Peter obviously. He really does  suck. But so do I. "Talk to mom. She'd understand more than me." Colton says. "Thanks." I sigh as he stands up. "I'm your brother. Don't thank me just because I'm not being annoying." He replied. "It's just because it's rare with you." He playfully rolls his eyes.

I tell my mom everything and she sits and listens as she cooks. She's making Mac and Cheese because it's one of my comfort foods. "I know you'll figure it out." She said. "Everyone keeps saying that and then I make an absolutely shitty decision." I admit. "Well no one can make these decisions for you, dear." My mom says. What a mom thing to say. "Well I can't make them for myself either." I respond. My mom chuckles a bit. "We are going over to the Hartford's tomorrow.." my mom sighed, serving my Mac and Cheese. "What, why?" I ask in surprise. "Do you really not know what day it is tomorrow?" And then it hits me. Suddenly I hate myself even more. Tomorrow is the anniversary of Mrs, Hartford's death. In other words I was randomly a bitch to an amazing boy who is coming up on the anniversary of one of the worst days of his life. "It's gonna be a nice little event. It's been five years.." my mom sighs. I take a bite of my Mac and cheese. "That long already, huh?" Suddenly I feel like crying. I loved Mrs. Hartford. I miss her so much. I can't imagine how much Noah misses her. "Maybe I shouldn't go.." I say. Would my presence really be comforting after I was such a bitch? "She would want you there. I know that much." My mom says. I remember how my mom and her were best friends. It must be hard on her too. "I remember for her birthday she bought you this gorgeous sparkly little red dress. You were like eight and you were so insanely obsessed with it. She told Noah that he should marry a girl who looked that pretty in red. She loved putting you in red stuff. She loved the idea of you two, too." My mom laughs sadly. I glance at my nails. Red. Fuck.