Paranoid Park (boyxboy)

Going Through Changes

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(Mikey's P.O.V.)

I couldn't and wouldn't get out of bed. Every bone in my body ached. I could feel them grinding against eachother to work, skin stretching over them. As I moved my leg, I had to groan in pain as searing heat shot through it.

I tried to go running at five this morning, but by the time I walked a block, my bones were screaming, and tears were coming to my eyes. I had to sit down till I could atleast walk without making any faces.

"You're body is going through changes, Mikey," Mom said two days ago.

Changes my fucking ass. I shouldn't be growing this much anymore if I'm 17. I hadn't even picked up the phone since the day of the funeral. I know Andy has to be pissed, it's been four days, and I told my Mom to reject anyone and everyone that came to our door. I knew Nick came by but I just didn't want to move or talk or anything when he came two days ago. Now I was a mess of aching bones and skin, and an aching for Andy. 

"Mikey?" Mom calls from the door.

I don't answer because even my jaw fucking hurts. 

"You need to get out of bed, get some sun, get some Andy, or something," she says.

I knew she didn't mean 'get some Andy' in the way I was thinking, but still.

I hear her walk across the room and open the blinds.The pain of my eyes being exposed to sunlight is nothing compared to the feeling I would get if I was to turn over and protest. 

"Or atleast take some of these pills I have," she sighs.

I feel her sit on my bed and I turn slightly over. 

"What time is it?" I croak.

"12:00pm, have you called Andy, he's your bestfriend," she answers as she hands me the pills.

One blue pill. One small red pill. One brolic orange pill. 

"These are all pain killers?" I ask as I knock them back.

"Yes, the small one is a slight muscle relaxer, but the other two are pain killers," she nods.

I take the water and swallow all three in one go. 

"Once you grow into your body, every girl will be all over you, all your boyish features and what not," she smiles.

I look at her for a second before sighing. 

"What if I like a boy?" I murmur.

She stays quiet for a couple minutes and I don't know what to think. 

"Mom?" 

"I don't know what to feel, maybe that's a good thing," she answers.

"You can think about it, Mom." 

"I don't want to end up not liking the idea, I would hate that, even though I give you a lot of shit, Mikey, I still love you, so of course I'm fine." 

For the first time in a long time, I looked at my Mom, really looked at her. 

"Thanks," I smile.

"You can tell me who you like whenever you feel like it, no rush," she smiles back, walking out the room.

When she closes the door I feel just a bit better, my muscles feel relaxed, but my bones still ache enough for me to wince when I lie back down. I look over at my phone, I know it has no messages. I should atleast call Nick. Nick would flip. I should call Eli. Yeah, Eli.