Love Is The Hard Part

Chapter One: Spacing Out

Chapter One: Spacing Out
Macy Grey's P.O.V

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"Tye, wake up." Tyler stirred in his sleep.

I sighed. After twelve times, he still doesn't wake up. So, I walked to the restroom, got a bucket, filled it with water, and threw it on Tyler.

He got up in pure panic, "What the hell is wrong with you, Macy?!"

"You didn't wake up. Get up or I'll add ice."

I walked out of his room to Jason's. Jason was already dressed and was putting on his shoes.

Me on the other hand, I can't say I was all preppy and dolled up. I wasn't wearing baggy clothing either. My outfits manly contained a beanie or snap back, a crop top or t-shirt, skinny jeans, and converse or vans. I did my makeup sometimes too.

Anyone who knew me would know that I always wore a hat. If I wasn't wearing a hat, you knew something was wrong.

My dad staggered out of his room, smelling like beer.

"Hey, honey. Can you get me some asprin?" Dad looked at me with red puffy eyes.

He was crying.

"You finished them all yesterday."

He nodded and groaned with a slight moan. Something in between all that.

He staggered back into his room.

Jason and Tyler met me downstairs minutes later.

Jason clutched onto my hand when I opened the front door. Tyler raced to the car.

The sound of a door shut, not ours, the neighbor's. The Cruz family.

The Cruz parents have three children, Morgan, Hailey and Devin

Devin was supposed to be coming back soon from boarding school.

But then I realized, soon was now. He had just walked out of the house.

We used to be friends when we were at least five. But we kind of split up when he started getting into trouble.

It started when he glued a kid to his chair in third grade. He was the prankster that was cute, but mean.

I remembered he once saw me in my pajamas when I ran to the park during one of my parents' fight.

I was wearing strawberry pajamas. He was sitting there when I went to the park, on a swing.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" His voice echoed through my ears.

He called me 'baby' because he considered me fragile, like a baby. And I used to whine and cry a lot.

"Mommy and daddy were fighting." It was my best answer.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me close as he got off his swing.

He led me to our tree. It wasn't just a tree. It was ours. That's what made it special.

We told our secrets here. Our goals in life. Our biggest fears. Our everything.

He dug into the dirt and pulled out the box. We kept our friendship necklaces here. Bracelets too. Even little notes.

I pulled out the necklaces that we kept and one note.

"It'll be okay, baby. When we get older, I promise I'll protect you."