My Crush; Or, As I Call Him, My Best Friend

A Mass And A Homecoming

•°•°•Sunday, October 25, 2015 (too early in the morning)•°•°•

"Please Dare? One time, just this one time? Please?" Rico begged me, actually down on his knees. I looked at him and sighed. Lord knows I would do anything for my Little Drummer Boy.

"Fine! Just this one time," I said in utter defeat, leaning against the doorframe of my house. This boy, I swear, will be the death of me. I had finally agreed to go to Mass at Rico's church, something I had refused to do for years.

"Yay!" Rico screams- no, more like screechs like a banshee-, hugging me tight. For a guy who's over the age of 16, he sure acts like a two year old sometimes. And he's also breaking my ribs, I'm 95% sure.

"Rico, crushing, me, can't, no, breathing, ribs, Oww, Rico, let, go," I choked out each word. He thankfully gets the message and let's me go. I take a deep, dramatic breath in and cough like I have demons in me.

"Come on, Darrion, come on! We got to go now!" Rico said suddenly, dragging me by my wrist out of my house.

Yep, that is just how guys over the age of 16 act. Like three year olds with short term memory loss. What have I got myself into?

"Rico, I don't have any shoes!" I yelled as he starts pulling me down the sidewalk. He stops suddenly, drops my wrist, runs back inside my house, and returns about a minute later with my black flats in hand. I stare at him as he drops them in front of me, but I put them on.

The second my heel touches the ground, Rico grabs my wrist again and starts dragging me to his house. Lord I was thankful it was only like 8 in the morning and not later. Most people on my street don't wake up until 9 or later. This would have been an awkward moment to have been seen by my neighbors.

Thankfully, we got to Rico's house quickly. I said good morning to his parents and Victoria, and soon after, we were all off to Rico's church.

Have I mentioned I am NOT Catholic? I'm not. So I was so confused.

(A/N- again, I don't do author's note, but this is kind of important. I'm sorry if you're Catholic and are reading this. I'm not Catholic, so I'm going off descriptions from my friends who are. So this will be really bad. So again, sorry.)

I knew nothing of what was happening around me. Everyone kept standing, sitting, standing, sitting, standing, kneeling, it was enough to make my head spin. I just stayed sitting. There was a bunch of little rituals I didn't understand. At one point, we all prayed and the everyone got up for communion. I didn't get up. I couldn't take communion because I wasn't Catholic, but it was okay, it was interesting to watch.

The priest guy (I have no idea what he's called so that's what I called him in my head) was cool. He read a passage out of the Bible, then read some letter. I didn't really understand anything, but it was nice to spend time with the Hernandez's.

When I got home, Rico helped me clean up the house a bit, and the helped clean out my sister's old room. Hopefully, it would be good enough for a few days. London could fix it herself.

We sat down on the living room and didn't talk for a long time. London and Dad wouldn't be home until late tonight. Rico said that he would stay with me until they got home.

A few hours later, I woke up. Apparently, I fell asleep on Rico. I slowly moved my head so I was looking at Rico. He was still asleep. I studied his face. His dark face looked beautiful to me. Why couldn't he notice me more than just a friend? I sighed loudly. Better get up and make sure London's Homecoming was awesome.

I squirmed out of Rico's grip and got up. I looked at the time. It was 6, everyone was getting home at 8. I started cooking dinner. Rico woke up around 7 and helped me finish cooking. He went home and I put a movie in once we finished cooking.

The next few hours were a blur to me. I remember everyone getting home, having dinner, helping London unpacking, getting ready for bed, but it felt like I was watching it on a screen, not actually doing it. As I laid in bed, I thought about my day.

First Mass, then being Cinderella with Rico to clean, then London's Home-

"Dare?" A small voice came from doorway. It was London. She had braided her hair after taking a shower, but now it was coming out. Her eyes were red. Her clothes looked messed up and wrinckled.

"Yes, Lon?" I said out of reflex.

"Can I sleep with you tonight? I don't... I can't..." She trailed off and started crying again. I scooted over and pulled my sheets over. She walked across my room and crawled in.

A few minutes later she was asleep, and I smiled. I missed her. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep myself. I had school tomorrow, and I could think more about London being back home then.

Oh shit. I still had to tell everyone I had a sister.

And that she was back home after forever.

And that she was going to be coming to our school next week.

Oh shit.

I'm so not ready for this.

Is there a Mass sermon that teaches you how to welcome back your sibling and then tell the world about it? If so, that should have been today's sermon. Because I need some holy advice right now.