Complications

Chapter 11

Heather's POV:

It's 5:27am.

I didn't go to sleep at all last night.

I don't know how he likes me.

I mean it's really cool and all, but how?

I was thinking about how he likes me a lot last night, but I was mostly thinking about whether I like him or not.

He's a really great guy, I can honestly say that. He's never hurt anyone before. Why shouldn't I like him?

But then again, he reminds me so much of Weston.

Weston was the type of guy who didn't care enough about his own needs, he just cared about his peers. He did so much good to our community. I miss him like crazy.

People have told me so many times to move on but all I gotta say is screw them. I can think of him all I want. They may be reacting to this sorta thing differently, but I honestly can react however I want. I am my own person.

My mind was racing so much. My body was so tired and ready to sleep, but my mind said no to any kind of rest.

Finally, it's 6:50ish. Well, I guess it's safe to say I can go walk around now. Maybe I can go talk to my mom for a while about everything.

I read somewhere that it's good to tell people how you're feeling and not to just bottle up your emotions. Although, it's really hard to get out the words when you're confused about your emotions.

I managed to somehow pull myself out of the bed I felt isolated to. With all the willpower I managed to conjure up, I trudged down the steps and into the kitchen. I walked by the mirror in the hallway and thought I saw a grizzly bear. Turns out it was just me. Hm.

I swung open the refrigerator and found some lunchables. I grabbed 2 and hobbled over to my mom's doorway. She was knocked out. So I hobbled my way back up the steps and flopped back onto my bed. Man, I really like my room sometimes.

Ethan's POV:

I woke up with a lot of confidence in my body. Man, I really think I'll be able to win her over. Heck, she just might have been feeling the same way I do for a while now. Just the thought of that excites me.

It was around 9:45 when I ran downstairs and smelled the aroma of bacon and sausage. My mom knows me all too well.

"Good morning sweetheart!" My mother chimed. She was in her fancy suit all ready for work.

"What's all of this?" I asked pulling my mom in for a tight squeeze.

"Stop it sweetie, I'm cooking!" She giggled. I released her as she picked up the pan and started playing with the bacon. "And this is just a little surprise I made for you!"

"Thank you mom! How did you know I was in the mood for bacon and sausage?" I asked.

"Honey, I've known you for around 18 years now. Do you honestly think that I didn't know you love breakfast food?"

"Nah, I just wanted to see what you'd say if I asked you that, and I gotta say I am rather pleased!"

Mom slid 4 sausages and 2 pieces of bacon onto a paper plate. "It's all yours!"

I ran over to the plate and grabbed it. I had my hands and plate above my head while running back to my room and yelling, "I'll be back for more later!"

Man, today I feel like I can do anything!

Heather's POV:

Man, today I feel like I can't do anything.

Well, I feel like I can't do anything without hurting someone.

If I tell Ethan that I don't want to be his girlfriend, I'll hurt his feelings. If I am his girlfriend, I'll feel like I'm betraying Weston.

Who knows what can happen today? He could surprise me again and I'm not prepared with an answer, or he could just ignore me until the next time we see each other. Either way, I still won't be prepared.

I hear a knock on my bedroom door as it slowly creaks open. My mother's head pops into the doorway. "Hey honey," she said.

"Hi mom," I replied.

She let herself in and sat down on the corner of my bed. "I need to tell you something very important."

I sat up and paused Dance Moms. "Well, now you're scaring me," I stated.

"Don't worry, I'm scared too." There was a crack in her voice, and I felt my heart drop down to the floor. This can't be good. Mom doesn't cry unless it has to do with dad.

"Is dad okay?" I think I'm going to panic now.

"I'm not sure," she started. "I just got a call from his boss saying that he felt extreme pain in his side while working. They sent him home early and then got word from a doctor that he's getting a cat scan right now to see what's going on."

"Oh no," I started. I feel like my whole world was crashing down. My dad never usually believes in going to see a doctor at all. If he's going to one, that means he's really in pain. "What do you think is wrong?"

I can see the tears in my mom's eyes start to roll down her cheeks. "I don't know! I'm really worried though," she cried.

"Mom, don't worry! Dad will be home soon! He's going to be here with us in the future, and whatever is happening to him now will be okay in the future."

"I sure hope so," she said whilst standing up. She wiped the tears off of her cheeks and started to leave. "I love you, honey. I'll let you know what's going on with dad when I find out, okay?"

"Okay," I said as my mom left. Now I'm really worried. What if this is serious? What if he gets hurt?

I'm overthinking now. Then again, I've been doin that this entire time. I can't take this much stress. I know there are people going through worse, but I'm weak and this is too much for me.