The Boy Who Returned// ON HOLD FOR LIKE THE NEXT 10 CENTURIES SORRY BOUT IT

The Boy Who Returned~ Chapter Two

"Honey," my mom called from downstairs. "Could you come down here for a moment?"

"Sure." I replied, disentangling myself from my treacherous Biology homework for the moment. "What's up?" I asked, sliding into the kitchen chair and propping my elbows up on the counter.

"You remember Sky? That nice little boy you were friends with in elementary school?" My mom asked, pulling up a chair and sitting across from me.

"Of course." I said, surprised. "What's going on?"

"Well, Ray and Rose divorced recently. And since Rose is an old friend, she has asked to stay with us until she can find a home and job to stabilize herself in. Also, she chose to ask us since we live far away from Ray and there will be no awkward encounters between the two if they come across each other in public." My mom explained.

I straightened up. "Will Sky be coming also?" I asked hopefully.

My mom sighed. "No, I'm afraid not. Ray won the fight over custody even though Sky only has one year to go before he's of age. He actually has the job and money to support Sky, too."

"Oh, well. I guess it was too much to hope for." I said, trying to brighten up. "But I remember that Ray was such a nice guy. And he just kicked Rose out?"

My mom shrugged. "People change, Liz. He left her for a woman at work."

I rolled my eyes. "Cliche. But Sky better come visit his mother soon! I can't wait to see that boy again..."

"Oh, Lizzy." My mom said. "Sky isn't going to come. At all. He and Rose got into a rather prickly arguement before she left. I'm not going to get into details, but it was ugly enough so that Sky wouldn't talk to Rose even as she left."

"That's terrible!" I cried, feeling a little bit sorry for Rose. I knew how much she loved Sky, especially when he was a boy. But most of all, I was selfishly feeling sorry for myself. "So, when's Rose coming?" I asked, hopping off of my chair and heading over to the refrigerator.

"Tomorrow, actually. Since it's on such a short notice, we'll have to hurry and tidy up this mess of a house as soon as possible." My mom explained, shaking her head in exasperation at the sight of my dad's untidy workspace on the breakfast table.

"I presume she's staying in the guest room?" I asked, taking out a carton of orange juice and drinking straight from there.

My mom nodded. "That's right. It also happens to be the messiest room in this house. When you're done with your homework, will you please, please help me straighten it out?" She said, giving me puppy dog eyes.

I set my orange juice down and looked at her, confused. "I haven't been in the guest room for a while. Exactly how messy is it?" I asked.

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Now I understood what my mom meant when she said that the guest room was the messiest room in the house. There I stood, knee deep in a sea of clothes that I had long since outgrown, and tome after tome of my dad's old books. "Why?" I wailed, struggling to lift a basket full of baby clothes. "What did I do to deserve this?"

My mom smirked from her safe spot near the door. "You brought this upon yourself, constantly throwing your unused goods on me. This is where I dump all of your junk."

I looked around in despair. "Surely this isn't all mine?"

My mom nodded with a smug look on her face. "Have fun, babycakes." She said, laughing. "I'm going to make dinner."

I have the sweetest mother ever, but I swear- sometimes that lady just drives me crazy.