You and Me

Chapter 21: idk lmao

Reeds news had clearly come as a
great shock to me.

Its obvious this would change things on the surface, but somehow, I felt this would change things between us personally. One of the things that had helped us bond over the years, was the fact that both of our dads had passed away.

So now that I was the only one with a single parent, would I treat him differently because he didn't?

And not to sound inconsiderate, but all I ever wished for in my life was to have two, loving, parents who I could share memories with; so, why did Reed make it sound like having a dad was a bad thing?

My mind kept wandering back to what he said.
"He's not dead. And he's looking for me, and I'm in trouble."

Why would Reed be in trouble? And why did his dads appearance have anything to do with it?

I rubbed my eyes in frustration and contemplated not going to school today. My head was killing me and honestly,  I  felt like I had come back from the dead.

If this was what a hangover felt like, I most definitely promised to abstain from alcohol for the rest of my academic career.

I can't imagine what Reed must be feeling right now, but the only way to find out was by seeing him today, So, I guess I'm was going to have to deal with this hangover straight on.

From my previous experiences, one had to deal with these situations very carefully. You couldn't just blurt stuff out and ask about their problems, you'd have to approach them calmly and casually bring it up; though I had no idea how I'm going to do that.  I mean, we're talking about a no-longer-dead father here. One wrong move and I could seriously piss Reed off.

I quickly put on some jeans and an off the
shoulder halter top that I got for my birthday last year. Slipping on some open toed shoes, I put my hair up in a loose bun and made my way downstairs.
Thankfully, my mom was already asleep last night, so Reed successfully got my drunken ass up to my room without her knowing. I'm telling you, that woman puts way to much trust on me, but I'm guessing it had to do with the fact that last night I was with my two best friends, (and she likes them very much).

"Hey mama."

"Hi baby, how are you feeling?"

Panicked , I scratched my head in search of an answer. Does she know I drank last night?

"Good?"

My mom glanced over from the magazine she was looking at, and shot me a confused gaze.

"Good? Aren't you tired? I went to sleep before you came home, which means it must've been late. What time did you get here?"

"I'm actually not sure, mom. You know... once I got through the door I just, hit the hay." I smiled nervously and poured some cereal into a bowl.

"What are you hiding from me?" She said suspiciously.

I rubbed my eyes and punished myself for giving myself away. Everyone who's known me for a long time knows I'm a horrible liar.

"Nothing, mom. It's just yesterday was a little odd, that's all. I need to speak with Reed."

Mom looked at me skeptically and flipped the page in her magazine. "Seems like all you ever need to do is talk to Reed. What's going on?"

"Nothing mom, you know he's my best friend, there's no way I can't talk to him."

My mom shook her head and gave me a side eye. "Sometimes I just wish you would talk to me ."