Friends Is All We'll Ever Be (boyxboy)

Chapter Thirteen~Fool For Him

Alexander's POV

"Sweetheart, it's time to get up for school."

I ignore my mothers soft voice and instead pull the top of my newly washed blanket over my head, shutting my eyes in hope that it would help me stop thinking. I hadn't slept for more than an hour since Saturday. There was just no way it was possible for me to stay asleep. Most of the time I would wake up in a panic from a nightmare that I had, it being the same one every time. Except it wasn't a dream, it was reality.

I had lost my best friend.

Well for the moment at least, hopefully. Every fiber in my body felt exhausted and strained to where the more I thought about it, the worse I felt. You never realize how much you need someone till you lose them, and here's a perfect example of that. My mom softly knocks on the opened door again to get my attention and bring me out of my thoughts.

"Alex get up. You can't sit and mope around here forever."

I clench my fist up in anger, not directed per say towards her but instead to her words. She doesn't even know what fully happened and yet she's trying to act like it's okay to tell me what I can and can't do. I remove the covers from my body and sit up, the very much familiar feeling of sadness returning.

"How would you feel if you and dad didn't talk anymore huh? To lose one of the very few people who made you happy!"

She flinches a bit at my tone and I immediately soften my voice, getting up and walking towards her.

"It's not a good feeling. It's not fair mom. It's not."

She accepts me with open arms, bringing me into her embrace that I immediately acquired, burying my head into the crook of her neck. I've been missing this feeling of comfort since he left.

"It's not fair."

My cries were muffled by her thin turtle neck shirt as she held onto me tightly.

"I know sweetheart but it'll get better."

"It won't."

I disagree, my voice cracking in the process. She sighs at my words and releases my body from her grip, looking at me with serious eyes.

"Yes it will. Whether it takes a week or me going up there and talking to him myself. Even though I don't know what entirely happened, you are still my son and I hate seeing you like this. Now here,"

She hands me some tissues from her purse that was being gripped in her hand.

"-Wipe your face."

I grab the item from her hand and begin wiping my face, blowing my stuffy nose that got clogged from crying. She looks at me with a small smile and places a hand on my cheek.

"Now, momma ain't raise no bitch so stop crying baby."

I unwillingly laugh a bit at what she says and nod my head, causing her smile to grow a bit wider. My eyes wander to her attire which was a pair of black dress pants and a sophisticated dark blue turtle neck. Her hair was curled up real pretty stipulating that she was about to go somewhere.

"Sorry about your shirt."

I apologize after noticing the small wet tear stains on it.

"It's fine, I'll get it off later. But I have to get going and you need to start getting ready for school. I'll be back later tonight. Love you."