In between: Failing at avoiding each other, still, melatonin making me late to school, and too much contact, again.
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Wednesday
I wake up, feeling better.
I guess all I had to do to sleep better was have a good cry with my mom.
I get dressed and do my make-up, probably looking a little nicer because I feel a little nicer.
When I get downstairs, my mom is up making coffee. I always have one as I get ready but there's another waiting for me.
I go up to her, my backpack already on over my sweater.
"Good morning," She smiles.
"Good morning," I smile.
"Thank you for making me coffee," I kiss her on the cheek.
"No problem," She smiles.
"Do you feel better today?" She smiles, touching my face.
"Yeah, thank you, mom," I smile.
"A cry is normal and needed every once in a while," She rubs my back.
"I guess," I laugh.
I hug her and kiss her again.
Then I take my coffee and leave.
I get to my locker and put my bag in.
"You look better today," I hear.
I smile and turn to him, also smiling.
"Do you realize that ever since we were told to avoid each other, we're talking more and more in school?" I laugh.
"You just going to ignore my compliment with logic like always?" He smirks.
I smile, "Um, no, I never do that."
He laughs, "Bullshit."
"Shush!" I laugh, "We're in school!"
"What are they going to do, suspend me?" He laughs, walking away backwards to his locker.
"Yes, for talking to me and swearing!" I laugh.
"And complimenting you, stop ignoring that!" He calls back as he turns around.
I laugh and then smile all the way to the café.
"So I had a long cry and fell asleep again," I laugh, telling Carrie about my night last night.
"Aw," She laughs, "I'm sorry." She touches my hand.
"I'm not, I slept the best I have in weeks," I laugh.
She laughs, "So you're just going to keep making yourself cry so you'll sleep better?"
I laugh, "Okay, let's not go that far."
"No more melatonin though, right?" She asks, concerned.
"No more melatonin," I agree.
"I hope it just naturally goes away," She says.
"Me too," I say, and right then, he passes me from behind. I can smell him. That sounds creepy, but everyone has their own smell. I've known his for years.
I look behind me, watching him walk. He looks back at me and smiles.
I turn back to Carrie and she's just looking at me.
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The boy next door
General FictionThey were best friends and like childhood sweethearts growing up. As they went through the awkward middle school stage, they kind of lose touch. But when they get to high school, they realize that they are kind of still sweethearts, in a way. And in...
