Best friends, Parent's Divorce, High school drama, and love on top of that? Ugh. It's so complicated.
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Come Sunday and I haven't talked to Jimin. It's the longest I've ever gone not talking to him. And it's not like we're mad at each other. At least, I didn't get that impression from him; not from the last set of texts we sent to each other before bed on Friday night.
He's just probably busy.
So as I lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling and blast Portugal. The Man, Evil Friends album, I barely feel my phone vibrating on my stomach. I lazily reach for it and hold it above my face as the music changes to a more smooth beat that helps me stay calm. Even though I'm really anxious and hoping its my best friend.
But instead it's a number I don't know.
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I jump up from my bed accidently pulling my earbuds out as I get to cleaning my room, because you'd think a teenage boy was living here. And quite frankly, it's embarrassing. So I dash around at a madman's pace to throw away all the candy wrappers and organize all my school work and put all my dirty clothes in my dirty hamper.
In record time, I'm done cleaning my room just as the apartment doorbell rings. So I run out of the room just as my Mom opens the door. I play it nonchalant as I get a glass of water from the kitchen, as if I wasn't just cleaning like a crazy person.
My Mother lets him in and he notices me immediately, "Hey."
I nod my head up once, and keep my lips to the glass as I drink some cool water. But my Mom seizes the opportunity to start hounding him about school, the football game on Friday, and his life in general. Poor guy.
So having a little bit of mercy in my bones, I quickly tug on his arm away from my Mom, "We need to study Mom. No more interrogation."
She laughed, a little flustered, "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't even realize I was talking so much."
I just rolled my eyes as I lead Jungkook inside of my room in her apartment, "You never do." I quickly shut my door behind him so she didn't have any time to make some comment. "I'm normally really strict about who I let into my room, so consider yourself lucky."
He chuckled, "Why? Afraid I'll find the porno under your bed or dirty socks in the hamper?"
That actually got me to laugh, "Grow up. Porno is all downloaded on my laptop."
"Of course," he smirked as he sat down on my bed.
And just like that, silence. Awkward silence. He had put his backpack down by his feet and leaning up against my bed. But I just stayed next to my door and pressed my lips together tightly. It was him that broke the long silence first.
"So you live with your mom?"
"Kinda..."
"How is it kinda?"
I finally felt comfortable enough to at least leave my door and go to sit at my desk. I started mindlessly organizing my papers, even though I didn't need to. "I live with her on the weekends, and I live with my dad on the weekdays."
