Laria
As I opened the front door the warmth of my home wrapped around me like a deceptive blanket , promising safety but offering none .
I could sense mom in the kitchen, her freshly baked cookies smelling around the whole house as usual.
"You're back. Come taste th-"
I just brush past her without a word my heart pounding and tears burning the back of my eyes.
"Laria, is everything alright?" My mom called out , concern lacing her voice .
Without responding I just look away from her as I enter the lift . I could feel her gaze following me , filled with worry and confusion but I couldn't face her now .
Once inside my room , the door clicked shut as I put my bag on the sofa and got into my blankets. And without any second wasted I drift to sleep .
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Danton
"Oh shit , I think I'm going to punch , I'll be back." Barry says and runs to the bathroom.
I look at Meera and I'm still trying to find a way to talk to her.
"Your mom is a good cook ."
She says eating the sandwich that my mom made for her . My mom is always trying to make Meera welcome, she always makes whatever she wants but when me and Barry ask she says no .
"I was thinking that maybe we should try going out."
"Danton we always go out , but if you want then when Barry comes ba-"
"No I meant us , just you and I."
I look at her waiting for an answer but she's just starring at me.
"Sorry , we don't have to."
"No no , it's just , why?"
"I don't know , I feel like I see you as someone who's not just a friend."
"Wow, I...I don't know what to say. "
"I'll wait."
"No you don't have to , sure we can go. "
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah , but maybe next week. I still need to prepare, it's a date right?"
"Yeah , it is . Of course it is ."
I smile and look at her . This is awkward.
She looks at her phone before sighing.
"Oh shoot , I have to get going. Tell Barry I said goodbye."
"Ok bye."
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Laria
. I blinked, my eyelids heavy yet curious, and took a moment to collect my thoughts. Everything felt fuzzy and dreamlike, as if I had drifted through time itself while wrapped in the embrace of sleep.
I sat up, my body warm and cocooned in layers of blankets. It took her a moment to register where she was.
Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, my heart raced. It was late at night-more than eight hours since I'd nestled into bed. Thank goodness it's Friday, I'm so not in the mood for school.
I strive off the bed and I'm shook when I find my mom sleeping on the couch . I stand up slowly and walk to the bathroom.
I look in the mirror and my eyes are blowed out . At least I still look hot , right?
All I know right now is if I don't eat anything I'm dying in a few.
I walk out of the bathroom and I find my mother gone . I take a shower just to bring my body back to life . After changing I enter the lift and I head to the kitchen.
"Mom."
"Oh you're awake ."
I look at her before walking to hug her .
"Aw, are you okay? "
I shake my head.
"No , but I'm sorry for acting like that earlier. "
"No , I just hope you slept it out though."
"Mmm. I'm hungry ."
"I know , I'm already heating food for you. I thought I'd make your favourite dish today."
I smile and pull back as the food finishes heating.
"Can I ask or you would rather keep to yourself.?"
"Any."
"Okay then, what happened? Was it your friends or..."
"No , it is...I don't know how to tell you?"
"Why ? Did you do something."
"I just...it's a boy."
I look at my mom from the sides of my eye and I can see her trying not to laugh.
"Mom..."
"Sorry, it's weird for you to well....a boy . I thought you said-"
"I know what I said you don't have to repeat it"
"Did he hurt you ?"
"No , I hurt myself. All I know is I want him back , I don't see myself surviving another month without him . "
"From the way you're describing the way you feel I can sense it's not Cole."
"No it's not . I just can't do this anymore , pretend like he doesn't affect me?"
"You want my advice?"
"No , I think I'm fine . I think I know what to do but thank you."
I go back to eating and my mom hugs me from the back before going to sleep. I will need to think of myself first before doing anything. I really needed the crying, I feel lighter.
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