My Good Boy

Chapter Twenty Two

"Andrea, sit down, honey." My mom spoke, frowning as I cringed at the mention of my whole name.

"What's up? You never call me by my full name so either I'm in trouble or it's something serious." My eyes widened at the possibilities. "You're not pregnant, are you?"

"What?! N-No, why would you think that?!" She spluttered as I sighed in relief.

"So what's up, Mama D?" I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms behind my head.

"You know your grandma, my mom, not your father's of course, she's sick again. Her cancer came back, and, well, they're not sure if she's going to make it. Especially with her age, they've started chemo but it's just making her worse." She sighed, wiping her eyes as they filled with tears.

"Grandma..." I trailed off, not sure what to say as I let my chair fall forward, not even flinching when it made a loud bang.

"We're not sure how much longer she has,"" She sniffled, wiping her eyes again. "But the doctors asked if we could go to South Dakota, the only thing we can really do is make her comfortable."

"When are we leaving?" I whispered, afraid to raise my voice in the slightest.

"I'm sorry for the late notice but they said to come right away, and the first flight I could get two tickets to was tomorrow night." She wiped her puffy eyes once again, her make up both smudged and running down her cheeks. "God, I knew I should have bought waterproof makeup."

"Oh, mom..." I got up from my chair, quickly wrapping my arms around her shivering frame.

"I'm just, I'll go and call Luke, tell him what's going on." I mumble, releasing her from my grasp.

"Oh, wow..." Luke trailed off, obviously surprised by my sudden news.

"Yeah, I know." I sighed, rubbing my, now pink, eyes.

"How long do you think you're going to be there?" He asked in a small voice, I'd never heard him so quiet in the entire time I had known him.

"I'm not sure," I admitted. "It could be a few weeks, or it could be a few months."

"What about school? It's our- your senior year, you can't just miss it."

"I know, I just-" I cut myself off, groaning in annoyance. "I'm sorry, it's just really stressing me out. I already have to transfer all of my summer school stuff onto a computer program thing and... I don't know."

"It's alright, so I have tonight and tomorrow to see you, right?"

"Yeah, if you want to. I know you were planning on hanging out with Anthony and Adam, so I can see you tomorrow." I referred to a few of his friends he hung out with when he wasn't with myself or Sophia.

"No, they'll understand. I have less than 24 hours until you leave, they can deal with that." He spoke, his tone showing that it was final, nothing could change his mind.

"Alright, just come over when you're ready, I'll probably just be packing." I groaned, running my free hand through my already messy hair. 

"And I'm going to help, I'm probably better at it than you are."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I'm neat and, no offense, you're not. Like, at all." I could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke.

"Oh, shut it. At least I can cook without starting- wait... Shit, that was me, wasn't it?"

"Nice to know you take responsibility for your actions." He teased, giggling as I let out a sound of embarrassment.