"Finn! Breakfast!" My moms shrill voice rings out.
I groan and roll over into my pillow. Sighing, I sluggishly sit up and look at my alarm clock. Dang, I slept in late. It's already 10:05. I lazily slide out of my bed and shuffle down the stairs. My eyes are tired from staying up late, and my chest aches from a broken heart.
"I made chocolate pancakes! Your fave-" she stops mid-sentence when she sees my face.
"Awe Finn, honey, are you ok? How did the date go?"
"I..it went great!" I choke out. "And yeah, I'm fine, just a bad dream."
Or maybe I live in a nightmare. Both are true, so I don't have to lie about that. She nods but glances at me sideways. I can tell she knows something's up, but hopefully she won't talk about it.
"Here sweetie," she says while handing me a plate of warm flapjacks.
"Thanks mom."
I take two and transfer them to my plate while mussing up my hair. My mother frowns and walks over, giving me a tiny side hug.
"I love you Finn, whatever it is you're going through, you can talk to me about it."
I try to give her a reassuring smile, but I'm sure it looks more pitiful than convincing. "I'm..okay."
Who knew two words could be such a lie?
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