This Is Why I Cry

Chapter Tweleve: Home Sweet Home

     "You need to clean your room, it's filthy!"

"Mom, I just literally walked through the door back from the hospital, give me a day or two. Damn."

I had just returned from the hospital and already my mother scolds me. I miss Home a lot more then I'd like to admit. Hospital food sucks, and my bed is warm and soft. I look over to the pantry and notice my mother has thrown out all the alcohol. I don't feel sad or anything, that shit is nasty. I decide to call Quinn and invite her over to catch me up on things.

"Hey dude."

"Hey I just got home, wanna come over for some ice cream and spill the tea?"

"You had me at hey," She hung up and ten minutes later knocked at my door.

"You can just come in you know."

"Hey, I'm polite."

We went to my room and ate ice cream as she catches me up on all the latest gossip.

"...and so the sub is just like, she's let's you do that? And we are like yep and so yeah we got to leave class thirty minutes early."

"This isn't for English?"

"Yes."

"We don't have English together Kenna," I pat her shoulder and laugh.

"It's still a nice story."

My phone starts buzzing and I pick it up answering the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello gorgeous."

I look at Quinn and mouth her stating it's Jakob.

I laugh, "Hey."

"I heard you just got home, I'm outside your house, let's go see a movie."

"Hold on a second," I mute myself and tell Quinn.

"Dude you have to go with him, he so likes you!"