"Thank you Shawn. Goodnight." I smile stepping out of his Jeep. Before I can walk up to my door I feel something pulling me back, so I turn around a lean against the passenger window. "Um Shawn I just want to say sorry."
"Bri don't be sorry. This isn't your fa-"
"No not about that. About judging you." I say looking down, feeling embarrassed. "I labeled you as just like the other guys and I'm sorry for doing that because you're clearly not."
"Thank you Brielle. That means a lot." He smiles and I return it, backing up so he can pull away.
"Night Shawn."
"Sleep tight Bri Bri." Shawn says and I roll my eyes playfully causing him to smirk.
Once his Jeep is out of view, I walk up the steps to my house and through my door.
"Dad?" I call out. Considering it was around 6 he should be home.
"In the office." He says and a small smile appears on my face as I jog over to it.
"Hi dad" I smile walking in.
"Hey pumpkin. What'd you do today?" He asks, looking up from his computer and at me.
"Hung out with a friend. You?"
"Work. The usual." He chuckles before looking at me with a confused expression.
"Who's sweatshirt is that? A boys?" He asks and I look down quickly to see that I still have Shawn's OBEY hoodie on.
"It's freezing." I shiver as we walk out last quarter mile.
"You're always freezing. Good thing I brought this." Shawn says, handing me the sweatshirt he had in his hand.
"Ooh my favorite." I say and he chuckles.
"Oh yea. Shawn."
"Is this Shawn boy a boy-friend Shawn or a boyfriend Shawn?" My dad asks and I playfully groan.
"He's just a friend. Don't worry dad." I smile and he returns it before looking back down at his computer.
"Well I should finish this appeal. Are you gonna make dinner tonight or should we order?" He asks.
"I'll make."
"Thank you pumpkin."
As I walk out the door I notice the frame of my mom hugging close to his computer. I ignore it and continue walking.
Just 2 years ago, my mother died of Leukemia. She was first diagnosed at stage 3 and we had hope, but the treatment only made her weaker until she eventually gave up on fighting. I don't blame her. She had been fighting for so long, but seeing my dad have to go through that yet still keep on a positive front for my brothers and I was so hard, if not worse.
I open up the fridge to see chicken and figured I'd cook that for dad and have some juice for myself.
Once I was done cooking I brought it to him then went upstairs to shower and get ready for bed. After my shower I folded Shawn's hoodie and put it on my dresser to give to him tomorrow, then I did my usual night time routine and went to bed.
When I woke up. I had pain rushing through my stomach.
Maybe 500 sit-ups before bed isn't the best idea
I cringe while standing up and get ready for the day, wearing black leggings and a plain white long sleeve. I do a half up half down with my hair and walk down the stairs to see my dad eating breakfast at the kitchen table.
