Prince Pov.I ran into my room not noticing my mother in the kitchen.I fell face down onto my bed shedding a few tears.I feel like I'm goin' half crazy!Catt's suppose to be my friend not my lover!Prod doesn't even know what he has!Shes my other half,my number one fan,my life,but my best friend.I'll never forget that moment when she looked at me different,like I wasn't the same boy.Or the many smiles we've shared with each other.No one knows how this feels to me!You're blinded and heartbroken to where I can't deal and I just want to scream ,and maybe cry ,and forget everything even happened.It's so terrible nobody understands. Nobody.
I woke up to my door closing with someone creeping down the stairs.I just turned over putting my covers over my head.
"Go away."I muffled.
"Princeton,it's almost eleven."my mother reminded."P.m."
I turned over barely having strength in my body.I took a deep breath looking over to the preschool picture of us.
"What happened?You didn't come home last night after prom.I just figured it was late and you slept by Catt's."she questioned.
"Your right I did sleep with Catt."
I mumbled as I felt my bed shift."What?"
I rolled over,sitting up.
"I'm in love with Catt..."
I frowned as she wiped my face."Princeton thats a good thing,does she feel the same way?"
I shrugged.
"She just stood there with a blank expression on her face."
"It's going to be okay."She pulled me into a hug as I put my head on her shoulder.
"No it's not.I missed up everything and we can't go back to the usual it's that bad ma." My voice cracked a little but I cleared it pulling away from her.
"Sometimes you just have to keep moving forward while it was a mistake or not?You won't know until you talk to her and see how she feels and you two are the best of friends I don't see what harm it can cause in just talking.I bet you that dangerous bike you've been wanting I'm right." She grinned touching my cheek.
"I hope so...."
Half-Crazy~Musiq Soulchild
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FanfictionThis story is about the struggles of High School life and real life situations that we go through.Growing up in the hood,suburbs,or high style life we all have to get somewhere in life. You either Hustle or you struggle to get where you want,but alw...