Tattooed Tears (A Jack Gilinsky Fanfiction) ❤︎

12

"And then he took me to Olive Garden and that's how it all started," 

Phoebe was telling us about her weekend with her boyfriend. Her weekend seemed great, I'm happy for her. She's been in a slummy mood for a couple days. Being a girl if you know what I mean.

"At least your weekend went better than mine. Being at home was a disaster. My brother had 15 of his bozo friends over. 2 of them kept flirting with me, and one of the kid's mom's baby threw up all over my vintage sweater," Sophia groaned.

"How old's your brother?" I asked her, laughing.

"12," 

"12-year-olds know how to flirt?" I chuckled.

"Yup. That's just my luck. I can get 12-year-old boys, but none my age." 

We laughed and continued to talk about our weekends.

"What about you, Danielle? What did you do this weekend?" Phoebe asked me and I gulped. 

"Well, after the party, I just hung with Jack and did some homework," 

"Did anything romantic happen?" Sophia wooed.

"Nope,"

"He likes you, you know," Phoebe said.

"May I remind you that we are friends? I don't need or want anything more than friends with anyone right now," I told her.

"Yeah, okay. You say that now...."

"And I'll continue to say that. I don't want a ruined friendship because of stupid feelings that may go away. It's not worth it," I told her.

"Stupid feelings might be your body's way of trying to tell you that you like him back," Phoebe said.

I sighed and ignored the question. "What time is it?" I asked.

"It is 8:48," Sophia said as Phoebe jumped out of bed.

"See, this is what you get for getting ready 12 minutes before we need to leave," Sophia rolled her eyes at Phoebe. "I cannot be late again. Mrs. Fisch will kill me," Sophia grabbed her backpack as Phoebe brushed her hair real quick.

"Just meet me outside when you're ready. Bye, Danielle, see you after school. Feel better!" Phoebe said as she walked out the door.

"Bye," I replied to them both and they left.

I'm decided to go to school today. I'm feeling icky and I have an intense headache, so I called in sick.

All I thought about last night was my parents. More than anything, I wanted them. When teens are sad and need someone to hug and feel better with, they always go to their parents. It's a known fact. Even if you say you don't, you do. And let me just say, you will regret never hugging them once their gone. That's what I felt.

I was sad. I wanted my parents. I wanted to hug them and I wanted them to tell me that it's okay. I wanted my mom to rub my back, the way she always does, assuring me that things will get better. I wanted my dad to kiss my head and tell me that he loves me. 

I wanted my parents with me to let me know everything will be okay.

But they weren't here and I couldn't hug them. They couldn't assure me things will be okay.

And the hardest part is waking up in the morning and remembering what you were trying to forget last night. 

I wondered if it was possible to crave someone's touch, even though you haven't seen them in 8 years.