Never Shout Never!

Satellite Chasers

  My alarm clock rang as I slapped it off my nightstand. I rubbed my bandaged arm in pain and got up out the bed. The only good thing about today was that I get to go the Basement tonight. The last three days have been torture. I threw away almost a year of being clean, a year! Now I just can't seem to stop. I took a shower and brushed my teeth, trying to find something to wear. I didn't feel like wearing a long sleeve because it was warm, and I didn't feel like wearing rubber bracelets because it makes my arms sweaty. I went into my drawer and pulled out a new cloth bandage and wrapped it around my wrist. I put on a pair of high waisted shorts and a black tank top. I grabbed my green camo jacket and put it on, trying to smile a little. But I couldn't bring myself to. The jacket was actually a little bit longer than my shorts, but I legit look like a model right now.

  I fixed my makeup in the mirror and grabbed my bag, running downstairs. Mom was nowhere to be found, neither was dad. Yesterday mom managed to find a job. Which scared the crap out of me because she's supposed to a be a house wife. I'd rather her be a MILF than a working mother. Eww, wait no. I take that back. She now works with Realtors for houses, which was what she did when she first married dad.  I'm just so used to her being downstairs baking muffins or cooking bacon, which is my favorite. Now I have to buy microwavable bacon. Microwavable!

I grabbed my keys out of my bag and threw it in the passenger seat, starting up my car. Demi Lovato started playing as I drove to school. Lately, I've been seeing dad at the house less and less. When I came home last night, he wasn't there. Just mom. Does he know what I saw? He couldn't have, because I know mom wouldn't tell him. I pulled up in front of the school, my mind in another world. Before I could even lock my car door, Chaz ran up to me, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"What the hell.. Chaz why are you crying?" Chaz never really cries. Especially not in public. I unlocked my car door and pulled her in the back seat.

"Nicholas.. Nolan is leaving." I raised my eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"I got accepted into the Missouri college only an hour away from here. Nolan got accepted into a college.. but in a whole different area. After Senior year is over, he's leaving. He'll be ten hours away Nick. Just when I thought everything was going great, he's leaving. He'll be so many miles away." Chaz broke down crying and I pulled her into a hug. Nolan was planning to leave?

"Shhh.. calm down Chaz, it's okay. When did you find out?"

"Last night. He's planning on telling everyone today, but he wanted me to be the first person he told. I'm so lost right now. I have no choice but to break up with him. I love him Nick. With all my heart. So why is he leaving?" She cried harder into my chest and I sighed. I've never seen Chaz so distraught.

"Okay Chaz, just stop crying. Listen, I know it sounds hard now but it'll get better. I promise. Love works in mysterious ways, and long distance probably isn't the best idea. But that doesn't mean you have to stop loving him. Nolan will always have your heart and if he was here now, he would be agreeing with me. I can only imagine how Nolan feels. He's leaving you and his whole family behind. Maybe you could talk to him during lunch, kay?" She hugged me tighter and nodded her head.

"Thank you Nicholas. I love you so much." I smiled and pulled out pocket tissues from bag, wiping her face. I pulled out my makeup bag and did her makeup again.

"Now, you're going to put your game face on and smile. Don't let today get you down. Where is Nolan anyways?" She looked out the car window and pointed to the entrance.

"Over there. Come on, I wanna see him." She ran out the car, running to Nolan. When he laid eyes on her he said nothing, and instead picked her up and hugged her. Her shoulders started to shake, and I could tell she was crying. Great, now I feel like crying. I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist and I jumped. It was Christofer.