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I got a call almost after I rolled up my driveway.
Steven was telling me there was a flaw in his dare-
"You said I have to run down the hallway tomorrow, tomorrow's Wednesday, Jack." he sounded annoyed.
Opening the door to find my mother in the kitchen, I told him he could do it Thursday-
"Jack, that's not how it works!"
Mom peeked around the corner, "Jack? Are you on the phone?"
Hearing Steven's loud voice in one ear, I looked into her eyes and told Steven bye-
"HOLD UP, JACK-"
*Click
Walking around to her, I smiled, "Hey, mom." I gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Her dark eyes looked up from the food she was preparing- Yes!- tacos.
"Hello.." she said tiredly.
My eyebrows drew together and I slung my backpack down on the couch, "What's wrong?"
Sighing, she stopped her hands and rested them on the counter.
"Michelle.. is.. sick." her voice broke. My eyes widened, "A-aunt Chelly?"Mom gave a nod, her eyes closed.
"They're saying.. its the flu."
I put my hands under her elbows, "Mom, you need to sit down." sitting her in a chair at the table, I took a seat beside her.
Mom looked across the table, her eyes half closed.
Her hair was in a messy bun, dark strands carressed her face, and the apron she was wearing had tomatoe juice.
The sickness was worst than I thought..
"I-isn't she expecting her baby in January..?"
Mom nodded, "They don't know.. if it has spreaded to the baby, and they don't know if sh-sh-"
I crouched beside her to keep her upright.
"Mom, what did you hear?"
It took her a moment to compose herself, taking a deep breath.
"She has been running a high fever and been sick for a week as of today, her baby seems to be healthy, and still is to be expected in January- maybe the middle or end."
I took her hands in mine, "Mom, she's going to be okay- she's your sister, and as far as I know, anyone with Kingsley blood puts up a fight against little illnesses."
She smiled, her eyes looked weary, "Y-yeah.."
Mom fought cancer when she was fifteen, it disappeared after three years.
Smiling lightly, I stood up.
She sighed as I went to the fridge, "You're right.. but Michelle.."
I closed the door after grabbing her a powerade, handing it to her as I sat down.
"Michelle will be alright, mom. Her baby will be healthy." I smiled, "It's okay."
Taking a large drink, she sat back in her seat. "Yeah, you're r-" she belched, "Right." she laughed.
I chuckled, "You're even better than me at that, mom."
Giving a warm smile, she chugged down two large gulps, sat the bottle on the table and belched in the most un-lady like manner possible. Falling backwards in my seat, I laughed as she finally stopped belching. Six seconds!
"I-I made some tacos, there are chips in the cabinet." she smiled.
I almost got up to get myself some food- man I was starving, but then stopped myself.
"I'm going to the park this weekend." I said, "Just wanted to let you know."
Her eyebrow rose, "When does Jack Kingsley ever go to the park?" she questioned.
Giving a roll of my eyes I told her this:
"Ha ha, very funny."
"Seriously," she laughed, "You never get out of the house unless its for a party or school activity, what're you going for?"
My stomach sank.
Did I really want to lie to her..? When Michelle is sick...?
I couldn't reschedule it.. I didn't know Soren's number-
Which I wasn't going to ask for.
"I'm just going out, okay?" I looked at her with a smile, "You're always saying I should get out."
"When its summertime, not when its cold and you have to wear a jacket."
"Well, I'm still going."
She nodded, "Okay, thanks for telling me."
Ugggggggggggggggggggggggh...
Did I really want to tell her the truth?
What I could say:
"Actually mom, I'm going on a date with this boy named Soren."
"Actually, there's this boy named Soren, and I kinda like him, and I'm going on a date."
"I'm going on a date."
"Steven dared me to date this guy named Soren, who I've barely met.
And I can't back out of the dare,
So I'm going out with him tomorrow."
She smiled as I quietly got me a taco, wrapping it with a napkin-
What I actually said : "I'm going to my room."
To sit and think about Soren probably.
Ugggggggggggh..
What was wrong with me?
I wasn't gay.
..... but I blushed when he talked to me, and my stomach twisted when talking to him.
That was probably just the sickness I felt about having to go on a date with a guy.
