"Katie!" my mom yelled from downstairs. It is the first day of break and I just want to lay in bed all day and just be alone. It has been two months since Kyle and I broke up and I was still moping around about it. "Katie! Come downstairs, breakfast is ready!" I knew she wouldn't give up until I came down so I gathered all the energy I could and forced myself down the stairs. "There's my beautiful girl." I knew she was just saying that because I just rolled out of bed, my sandy blonde hair all frizzy and sticking to my face, my green-gray eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, and my big t-shirt hiding my petite frame with my long legs bare and sticking out. The complete opposite of my mom. Her dark brown hair pulled up tight into a banana clip, her dress pants and blouse with not a wrinkle to be found, and her mesmerizing blue-brown eyes.
We ate breakfast and then she had to go to work. Like any typical romantic movie when the main character gets her heart broken, I just sat on the couch, watched sad movies and ate ice cream all day. I honestly never cry, especially in front of people, but watching those movies just reminded me of what I had and crying was all I could do. He broke me and it didn't seem that anyone thought I was worth fixing.
After a couple of days of doing the same this, my mom started to get worried. So she invited our neighbors over for dinner. They weren't just our neighbors, Mom had been friends with Natalie since high school. Aunt Nat had a son, Max, we grew up together. Ours moms even have pictures of us taking baths together. We had been friends in elementary school but we started to drift apart during middle school. We would still go to my house everyday after school to do homework, but during the day, he would hang out with the more popular kids, who I didn't fit in with and I would hang out with what I would describe as the weird kids. Every once and awhile some kids would pick on me and Max would always defend me. Once, Freshman year, this guy pushed me and Max punched him. We were still friends but we would never hang out, only if our moms made us, and it was always awkward. As we continued through high school, he stopped coming over after school to do homework. Now we don't talk, we barely even say hi when we pass each other in the hallway.
I'm really dreading him coming to dinner tonight, but I also had a strange feeling of excitement. I have to actually get ready. Just as I was looking in the mirror for the last time, I heard the doorbell. "Katie, can you get the door please, I have food on my hands!" I make my way to the door, not fast enough to seem anxious, but still faster than I should have been going. When I opened the door, my eyes went straight to his, and our gazes locked for what seemed like years.
The tension was broken when Aunt Nat ambushed me with a big bear hug. "You're so big! And so skinny! I bet you have boys breaking down your door." I just gave her a warm smile.
"Hi Aunt Nat." I really did miss her and her crazy, curly light brown hair that I always thought looked like a lion's mane, her wild green eyes, and her very colorful wardrobe. Then I remembered Max was still standing there. His tall, built frame, soft brown hair with just a brush of blond and his mysterious grey eyes that had the smallest blue tint. I looked back at him, he just stood there awkwardly looking at his feet. "Hey Max."
"What's up." He flashed a goofy lopsided smile at me. It made the butterflies in my stomach go into a frenzy. I don't even know why, I didn't see Max that way, we don't even talk anymore. Sure he was gorgeous and intoxicating with one glance, but we weren't like that. We grew up together, he's like my brother. But a brother wouldn't be able to make me feel this way. "Earth to Kitty!" Max's voice brought me out of my haze and I realized I had been staring. Immediately all of the blood in my body seemed to rush straight to my cheeks and Max started to laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" I was so embarrassed, we haven't talked in forever and I already screwed it up. I could tell that Max was trying to be serious and contain his laughter.
