You're Not Alone

Cole

I drove back home cursing fathoms under my breath at my stupidity. I mean, I just met the girl and I'm now trying to make a move? What an idiot. I can't get off on the wrong foot with her, I really like her.

In my mind I search through everything we talked about today with only one thing popping up. She said she LOVED candy. Whenever she was upset she would eat it. Heck, even if she's happy she gets candy to make herself even more happy. I know exactly what I'll do.

I make a sharp turn to the convenient store and buy up all of the best candies there. I know she'll love it. I bag them all up and head home praying for her forgiveness tomorrow.

When I finally get back home it's around 5:30 and still no sign of my mom. I let out a puff of air and pick up my cell to call her. "Hello?"
"Hi, mama."
"What do you need sweetie? I'm kinda busy at work."
"Just wanted to check in and see when you are coming in tonight."
"Oh... I'm sorry honey, I truly am. I won't be home tonight im working a double shift."
"Okay..I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Sure thing, love you."
"Love you too. Bye." I hang up the phone disappointed.

Every since my dad passed 6 years ago she has been working nonstop to support the luscious life we live. She had to come out of retirement and get back to work again becoming a nurse at a big time hospital. I've complained to her many times pleading for her to just move us out into a smaller house that we can afford but she refuses. Her argument is always 'this house holds too many memories of John(my dad) in it to just move out. We must keep it, for him. Geez, I always loved that side of my mom. Never giving up or losing hope. No matter how hard things got she just kept pushing. I still see the hurt in her eyes when she's reminded of my dad but it quickly fades away when she focuses her life and love on me. I should show my gratitude and appreciation for her more. I bet she would love Amanda too. Maybe one day I'll bring her over to meet my mom.

I cook myself up some freezer pizza and plop down on the couch. I turn on the news interested in what's going on in the world and see nothing but saddening bullshit everywhere. I click it off and decide to just sit in quiet and wait for my pizza to be done. Until.

Ding dong.
Odd. I wasn't expecting anyone. Walking over to the door I see who it is. "Oh god."I whisper to myself before taking a breath and opening the door.
"Coleeeeeee. I missed you so I wanted to say hi. So heyyyyy." Christina, my EX girlfriend screeches in my ear. Her low cut top and push up bra has her overly sized fake boobs spilling out of them. Her caked up face and fully pink outfit nearly burns my eyes out.
"Um. Hi. Wait, how did you get my address?"
"Oh silly you, I just asked one of your little friends at school."
"Right.." She jumps at me rubbing her whole body on me and her knee goes straight into my junk. I wheeze out in pain and double over gasping for air.
"Oh baby, did I hurt you? Here let me fix it." She quickly reaches down trying to obviously touch me down there but I grab her wrist before she can.
"No thanks. You've done enough damage. I hope I can still have kids." Oh god...why did I ever date..THAT.
"Hahahahha. Still funny as ever!" She strides past me. "Sooo watchya doin' sweet cheeks?" Still wheezing I reply.
"Trying to regain feeling in my manhood thanks to you. And actually I'm waiting for my mom. She should be here any minute and she doesn't like girls in the house." Well that was two lies. She isn't on her way home anytime soon and she doesn't mind me having girls over.
"Aww, I have to leave so soon?" She says with a pouty face squishing her boobs between her arms.
"Sadly, yes. Maybe next time." Or never.
"Yay! Okay byyyeeeee." She skips out of my house pecking me on the cheek before she left.
"Thank the heavens!" I say aloud to myself when the door shut.