sorry // justin bieber

30.- internet fantasy

Justin

My mother leaves a fabric bag on the counter of my kitchen. Inside the bag there are fruits and milk and a bunch of healthy stuff she swears I never eat.

"I brought some stuff" tells me while placing everything on the table.

"I can see that".

She takes her time to put everything in place and just then she sits in front of me at the other side of the table.

"So, what's wrong?" I'm getting really tired of that question.

"Nothing, mom. Nothing's wrong".

"How's Hailey?" she questions while she shoves a strawberry into her mouth, leaving me space to answer.

"She's pissed" I say honestly.

"Why did you two fight, darling?" she looks so concerned, like I'm about to tell her I'm a horrible boyfriend who doesn't pay attention to her and goes fooling around with many many girls.

"I started talking to this girl a few weeks ago..." I start my story and she immediately stops me.

"Wait, what?" She looks at me in disbelief, "What other girl? You didn't cheat on her, did you?".

"No, mom" I reply a little annoyed, "It was just a girl who talked to me over twitter". There's a quick silence before I add: "It was quite funny, she didn't even meant for me to read that tweet".

My mom looks at me like she doesn't believe my story.

"Well, are you sure about her intentions?" she says very carefully. I know where she's going with this.

"I don't think she's like that, mom" I tell her, "this girl is a little different... We talk about some serious stuff".

"And you think that was a smart thing to do? Tell serious stuff about you to a complete stranger?" she is really pissing me off. Talking to me like a little kid. Like when your parents tell you not to add strangers on the internet, thinking you're some kind of clueless brat. And I'm not.

"Darling, I'm not telling you this because I want you to feel bad" she reaches for my hand. "I'm telling you this because I'm worried you're letting your real life a side because of some internet fantasy".

I frown and take a moment.

Maybe my mom is right and I'm just leaving everything fall apart for some stupid dream. Maybe I need to focus on the things I can actually see and touch.

Maybe is better to just let Halley go.