I fell for my Teacher (Matt Bomer fan fiction)

8 || The party

The rest of the day I'm in a daze. I'm pretty sure I have been smiling throughout all of my classes; that's why I was getting weird looks! No one ever smiles throughout history, especially from a teacher like Mr. Prewette. What if I just think he has a thing for me? This could all be in my imagination! Ugh, I hate it when I don't know things 100% of the way.
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I can't believe that happened to me. As I'm walking up to the front door to my house, I pause to think through all of what happened today. Besides getting what may be the best compliment of my life, I really can't remember anything. This is getting out of control, I think to myself before unlocking the door and step into the house. I am ambushed by my siblings attacking my legs.

"Hi there, who is this?" I look down. "Oh, hey, Willow." She smiles up at me as I pick her up into my arms and hug her.

As I put her back on the floor she starts running back into her room, where Chloe is probably waiting for her.

"Mom?" I hear a faint noise in the kitchen, followed by a grunt. "I'm home just so you know." I say as I walk to the kitchen to find my mother on the floor underneath the sink, presumably trying to fix a pipe.

"What are you doing?" She jumps a little and bumps her head on the sink. "Oh, you scared me." I mumble a sorry, and squat to look at the problem.

Without me having to ask, she answers my unspoken question. "The sink is clogged so I'm unscrewing the pipe to get whatever it is out." Oh, I mumble. I contemplate asking her a question on a sensitive subject. "Hey, Mom?" She grumbles out a yes. I think she is struggling with the wrench. She isn't exactly plumber material. "You know what never mind." And I start to stand up.

Sometimes I forget that it aggravates her too much when I don't ask her the question I intended to. "August, what were you going to ask me?" She says with a little more forcefulness then she needed to. "Well, you know since you've been doing everything by yourself for a long time, have you ever thought about re-marrying?" I watch her as she stops trying to fix the sink. She sits very still, and I'm about to leave, thinking she's not going to answer. "You think I can't handle everything, is that what this is about?" I hold up my hands defensively, because that's not what I meant at all. She starts to crawl out from under the sink. "If you would actually help me once in a while, it wouldn't be so difficult to get everything done." I sense her temper getting out of control. "Mom, I was just tryi-" "No," she says between her teeth. "No, you weren't. You say that all of the time, but do you really try? NO! YOU DON'T! I'm so sick and tired of you saying that all of the time, but you really don't do anything around here! I bet you don't even love your sisters, do you?" My eyes are filled up with tears and I look at the doorway and see Chloe and Willow peeking around the corner. I wonder how long they have been there. They run back to their room, I assume, once they see that I see them. My mom snorts, and I look at her with hatred. As I look at her harder, I start realizing something about her. "Paula?" I ask her. She doesn't seem to recognize her own name. My heart leaps. "Oh my god, mom!" I run to her and shake her arms. As she looks at my face she seems to have no recognition in them. "Oh, mom!" I take her hand and basically drag her to her bedroom. I look at her pill bottle and check her prescription. It's the wrong prescription. It's the wrong prescription. Her idiot doctor! No wonder she was treating me like that! My mom is the sweetest thing, and she would never talk to me like that.

I shuffle through her bedside table and through her medicine cabinet to try to find her right prescription so she'll calm down. At last I finally find the bottle with one last pill in the trash can. Thank god, I murmur to myself. She is sitting on the bed when I come back into the room. I hear her mumbling to herself as I walk up to the bed. "What? Mom, what are you saying?" I look into her face but she is staring at the ground. As I'm opening the bottle she finally looks into my eyes. "Michael. Where's Michael?" She says to me. "Oh, mom... He's not here anymore." I see the look of sadness pour into her eyes. "Here," I tell her as I give her the pill and a glass of water. She nods, and swallows the medicine. The minutes go by, and after 10 minutes of watching her she finally starts to realize where she is. "August?" I sigh with relief and lean over to hug her. She looks confused. "What happened? I don't remember... why am I in here?" I begin to explain to her why she doesn't remember, and how she needs to change doctors.