Just Friends. (A falling in love with my best friend story)

Chapter 6: Saying Apologies

 Genna's POV:

"Before you break, you have to shed your armor, take a trip and fall into the glitter, tell a stranger that they're beautiful, so all you feel is....lo-ove, lo-ove." My headphones played in my ears. I closed my eyes in peace. Taking a good hour or two and zoning out to music is exactly what I needed to wait for my dad to wake up. Parker was asleep next to me, looking absolutely adorable I must say. He had this pouty face when he sleeped, and his nose made a buzzing sound whenever he breathed out. I tried waking him up by pinching his nose an hour ago, but he just made a groaning noise and batted his hand in front of his face.

        I shook my head and pulled my knees up to my chest, looking at the door and thinking about what I was going to say to my dad. There was no denying that I heard the conversation last night, but I didn't know what to say. Just go up to him and be like "so dad, when am I moving?"? Who does that?

Well, before I rarely talked, I used to be extremely blunt and to the point. Mom said I got it from her. Proudly too.

A warm hand touched my arm lightly and I jumped, turning my head. Parker smiled sleepily at me, his eyes half open.

        "Heyyyyy." He slurred, as he took one of my headphones out of my ear. I reached over and paused my music, taking the other headphone out. Parker always sounded like he was drunk in the mornings, because he was loopy and all his words were slurred. It was so cute.

        "Hi." I said. He pulled a fake surprise face.

        "She speaks." he joked. I rolled my eyes and thought I heard my dad's door open across the hall. I heard his feet shuffle to a stop at my door, and I heard him give a sigh before heading downstairs. My heart sank.

        "I have to talk to him today." I said, turning to Parker. He gave me a sad smile.

        "I figured you heard the conversation." He said. I shrugged.

        "You should probably head out." I said. I wasn't in the mood to talk to him. As much as I loved him, and really wanted him here, I didn't. I'd be seeing enough of him soon anyway. He got the message and stood up, kissing my forehead and walked dizzily to the door. I watched him go and I leaned back against the headboard. 

I put off me and dad's conversation until he called me down for breakfast. I walked downstairs and I could tell that by the fact his breakfast was a can of beer, things weren't a-okay. I sat down and looked at him, but he wouldn't meet my eyes.

        "I heard. Last night." I said. He looked at me and nodded.

        "Yeah, the whole neighborhood probably heard." He said with no emotion. 

        "So...what's...the plan?" I was hesitant to ask. He probably wanted to think about anything but that right now. He sighed and looked out the window.

        "I almost lost your mom once you know." He said. Shocked, I looked at him waiting for more. Dad never talked about mom. Less than I did.

        "Since I used to be a tad popular with the media when I was younger, that meant she was popular too. So when I found out she was hanging out with another guy; just as friends mind you; I got extremely jealous. We had a huge fight. I went to the bar and got drunk, and unfortunately when I came to, she had left the apartment we were sharing. I was afraid she had done something stupid. I had stupidly pushed her directly into the arms of another guy." He said.

I listened with great interest.

My parents were always madly in love, you could just tell. By the way they smiled at each other and sometimes the way they bickered but ended up laughing. They even had a water gun fight with me one afternoon. They were just lovestruck teenagers stuck inside adults's bodies.

        "I almost lost your mom once. Then I really did lose her for good. I almost lost you once too. I can't bear it if I loose you for good too." He said. I looked down guiltily.

I always wondered about the impact finding me on the floor, cutting like that and what it did to him. 

        "What do you mean you almost lost her? Or are you talking about the breakup?" I asked. He looked at me, in pain. I immediately felt bad for asking that, but he answered anyway.

        "Let's just say you're more like your mom in more ways than one." He said. I didn't know what that meant, but he got up and left. I sat at the table, and heard  the coffee timer beep.

That was one thing dad never failed at doing in the mornings, was making coffee for both of us. I was going to miss that.

I thought dad had gone to bed again, but a few minutes later, he came back with a leather bound book that looked full to bursting.

        "This is your mother's diary. Filled up with all her thoughts from being a teenager up until....the incident. She would've wanted you to have it." He said. I took it in my hands and looked at it as if it were the most precious thing in the world. To me it was.

        "Get packed. Mary is coming to pick you up at lunch time, and the movers are coming as well." He said.

        "Movers?" I asked.

        "The Tomlinsons have an extra room in their basement that they just got the key to. It has a bathroom of its own, and according to Parker, good wifi signal. They said it's yours to use, and Parker's room is in the basement right next door." He explained.

        "How long am I staying?" I asked, worried.

        "I don't know. Just until I can take care of you properly. Now go. Get packed." He put his hand on my back and gave me a little shove toward the stairs. I walked back to the counter, made my coffee, then walked upstairs. I could've sworn I heard him chuckle softly.