The boy next door

In between: Monday

In between: A weird busy week before the last, and most important, therapy session.

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Monday

The rest of the weekend was spent doing homework, hanging with the cats, and just relaxing.

Saturday really wore me out. I even took a nap on the couch with Ellie and Gracie not even an hour later.

When I get up on Monday morning, I am more rested, at least, as I get dressed and go downstairs.

I say 'hi' to the kitties, feed them, and get my coffee. Mom is off to work already, but she leaves a note saying she loves me, like usual.

She's been doing this since I was like seven, leaving notes for me in my room or the kitchen, and also in my lunch boxes when she packed my lunch as a kid. Yup, she was that mom, and I have always loved her for exactly who she is. In these last few months, we have truly become best friends.

Me and mom have already made adjustments to our lives for our new family members. I feed them in the morning, she feeds them during her lunch break in the afternoon, and either of us feed them at night; as they're just babies, and need to eat three times a day. All furniture has been sprayed and all their toys are out for them. We got a lot of ones that they can play with together or alone, because me and her are gone all day. Plus a litter box, of course, and water.

I say 'bye' to full happy kitties with pets and scratches, and they go to lounge in the living room.

When I get outside and see his car, I feel...weird.

I don't know how to explain it. I talked about a lot of personal things between us and personal feelings he doesn't even know. I feel better having talked about it all, in a way, but I still just feel, weird.

I get to the café with my coffee and sit down before Carrie comes over with her breakfast.

I still feel weird, but maybe after I talk to Carrie about it, I'll feel better.

"Good morning," I hear her always cheerful voice.

"Hey," I smile. She always makes me feel better just by being her positive self.

She sits and passes me a muffin.

"Thank you," I laugh, she's so cute for buying me my own muffin every day now.

She smiles with a scrunched face as a 'you're welcome'.

"I like your sweater, you look nice in light blue," She smiles.

"Thanks," I smile, "It's super soft."

She feels my arm and smiles, "It is."

I smile and we eat our muffins.

"How was Saturday?" She asks.

I take a breath, "Kind of rough," I kind of smile.

She frowns, "I figured, you okay?"

"I'm okay," I reply.

"You talked about everything?" She asks.

"From sitting together in Spanish to him stripping for me on prom night, yes," I kind of laugh.

"Ah," She laughs. Carrie has been through this all with me. She knows everything and now so does Dr. Grey. Who's also going to know even more next week.

"Did she say anything?" She asks.

"Well, my big mouth rambled so long we ran out of time," I laugh, "But she said, 'it seems like you two have been through a lot together'."