Idiot's Guide To Falling In Love [Completed]✔

Chapter 13

dedicated to my best friend  camirova25 for always reading this story 

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I was hanging out at Shawn's one night when I got a text message from Logan. He was telling me to go home immediately. I didn't want to go. I was really comfortable in Shawn's arms and with Courtney's head on my lap but I knew it had to go with my parents. I knew I had to go home.

When I got home I found my parents sitting at the table, Logan sitting on the other side. I opened the door and they all looked at me. Logan gestured for me to sit down next to him. I did as he told.

My mom put her hands on ours and held tightly. She was struggling to keep in the tears, but when I looked into the bright blue eyes that I inherited, I knew that she was happy.

She told us that she and my dad were getting a divorce. She would stay home until she found an apartment, but she'd stay in the guest room until then. I was going to go live with her. And as much as I love my mom, I didn't want to leave my dad alone.

I couldn't do much about than suck it up. It's not like I had a say in their decision. I tried hard to be strong for them but I lost it the day my mom gave me the news: we were moving.

It wasn't far from where we lived and it was still in The Town, but it wasn't home. It wasn't where I was used to, where I could walk from my house to my best friend's. Or where I could cross the street and go to Shawn's. It was practically a new neighborhood, one that I did not like. The only good thing about it was that it was closer to the beach, but nothing more.

We moved a few days before Christmas and the only thing on my mind was what we were going to do for the holidays. My family was broken, most of my friends were out of town and my brother was leaving for New York in two days to spend time with his girlfriend. At least he was coming in time for New Years, but still.

Our new apartment was small compared to our old house. The house was big, it had two stories and had four rooms. The apartment had a small living room and kitchen and two small bedrooms. It was nice, in a comfy kind of way but it would never be home.

The day my parents finally signed the documents for the divorce I got mad. Like really mad. Logan had suggested that I went to New York with him and stayed there with him until New Years but I said no. I didn't want to leave my parents in that moment, even if I'd never been madder at them.

I texted Shawn and told him to meet me at Crossberry Park. Five minutes after I hit send I got another text. It was John in our group chat. Party at 11 at my house, help me organize please!!! I typed a quick response saying that I'd be there at seven. I waited fifteen minutes for Shawn's response.
Be at your place in 5. Text me the address?

I got ready and re filled my water bottle, this time with scotch or whiskey. I'm not really good with alcoholic drinks. I heard a honk and looked out the window. Shawn was outside.

I went down the stairs and got inside his car. "How are you doing?" He asked. I rested my head on the window. "I've been better. But my mom is fine, sort of, so I'm okay." He nodded, clearly not knowing what to say.

We left for the park. It was closer from here, another good thing from living out of home. It was a three minute drive to the park, the least.

As soon as Shawn parked his car we walked to a bench that was looking towards the play ground. At first we just sat there awkwardly. Then he decided to ask again.

"So, how are you holding up?" He asked. I took a sip from my bottle of mysterious alcohol. "Uhh" I looked down to my water bottle and put it up so that he could see it. "Not so good I'm guessing." I nodded. "You're so smart." I said smiling and drinking a lot this time. He just started at me. Everyone knows I'm not much of an alcohol drinker.