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Laying in bed I wonder what tomorrow is going to be like. I'm not necessarily excited about the fact of telling Chris about me moving. He probably won't be either. I wouldn't blame him if he just got mad and ditched me in the restaurant. My mom brings me in a hot cup of tea. I told her about the conversation Bailey and I had earlier and she told me that I need to go to bed and take my mind off of stuff.
Obviously I haven't taken my mind off of anything and basically the issue is growing in my brain. I can't seem to forget about it and go to sleep. I honestly haven't been able to sleep for the past week. Its been pretty harsh considering the lack of hours of "unconsciousness".
"Honey?" My mom knocks on my door and slowly enters. "Yes?" I groan and rub my forehead. "Why aren't you asleep yet? It's 4 in the morning."
"The real question here mom, is why aren't you asleep?"
"Don't get smart with me." She jokes.
"No, but I'm worried about you." She sits down on the edge of my bed and puts her hand on my back. "Mom, I'm fine."
She stands up and closes towards the door hopefully getting the message that I don't want to talk at the moment. "Okay. Fine, but if you need anything at all let me know." I smile at her as she exits and I remind her to shut the door. Instantly, once the door is shut I peek out of my window to see Chris' light on. Should I go over there? No. I'll just get nervous.
The blinds open on his window and I freeze, momentarily not knowing what I should do. He stares at me for a second before waving me over. I wanted to not go and just stay in the safe bubble of my room but then again I really wanted to go. Eventually I give in to the battle with myself and I cross the tree over to his window and quietly sneak inside.
"I miss you." Was the first thing he said. My stomach knots up. "Wh-what?"
"I miss you. You're not yourself anymore and I want to know why." He says seriously. If only you knew.
"It's nothing." I tell him, hoping he'll change the subject.
"It doesn't seem like nothing."
"Well it is nothing."
"Stop lying to me!" He raises his voice, causing me to flench. "I'm sorry. But for real Montana. I know you're lying, just stop covering it up and tell me."
"Trust me Chris, I was gonna tell you tomo-"
"How can I trust someone, who has repeatedly lied to my face. Can you not see that I just want to help you?" He says and tears start to come to my eyes. Actually, forget come to my eyes they pour out over my cheeks and onto the jeans that I had not yet taken off to replace with pajamas.
"Chris. I'm desperately sorry. I'm going to tell you tomorrow I promise." I try to tell him but he shakes his head.
"Why not now?"
"Tomorrow. Can we just spend some time together right now without arguing?" I ask him and he nods. I crawl over to his spot on the floor and hug him tightly. He hugs me back and I feel my shoulder getting damp. He's crying.
No.
Please don't.
"Please don't cry." I whisper as we are still clinging onto each other as if our lives depended on it. He sniffles and wipes away his tears as we sit up and stare at each other. "So, why are you up so late?" He asks me after his tears are dry.
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When We're Older | Chris Collins
RandomMontana Strader is a 17 year old girl who meets the love of her life. Suddenly she is faced with several problems whether it include her best friend, her best friends boyfriend or her own life. She is met with difficult decisions that may cost relat...