This Boy And The Depression That Comes With It

Chapter Twenty Three

WARNING: Rated R content!

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I woke up in Dakota's arms. I like this. I like waking up next to him. "Good morning darling." I say and I peck him on his cheek.

"Good morning baby." He looks sad bu then gives a reassuring smile. "Are you alright? What's wrong?" I ask, concerned. "I'm fine.. It's just that you go home today. I'll miss you. I like waking up with you in my arms, and spending the day with you."

"Aw. Dakota, you'll see me tomorrow, at school, and I'll come over again. Don't worry. And some day, we'll be able to wake up next to each other every day." I smirk and get up to pack my stuff. "If only that day could come sooner." He whispers, loud enough for me to hear. I walk into the bathroom to get my make-up and stuff.

I step out of the bathroom and Dakota isn't in his room. I head downstairs and find him in the kitchen, making breakfast. "Hey. I made you french toast. The eggs will be done in a minute." He says, putting some french toast on a plate for me, and continues to scramble the eggs. "Thank you. Where's the cinnamon?" I ask, and he passes the cinnamon to me. I instantly cover my french toast in the cinnamon and take a bite. He looks at me, then my plate, in disgust. I give him a quizzical look and he speaks, "That looks gross." I take another bite and respond "Mmmm! Cinnamony goodness!" He shakes his head and puts scrambled eggs on his plate, then on mine. "Thank you honey." I say, kissing his cheek.

We finish our breakfast and he drives me home.

"Hey mom. I'm home. How was your weekend?" She rushes over to me and wraps me in a big bear hug. "Nice to see you too, mom."

"Honey... Your father and I are getting a divorce." What.. This can't be happening. My parents are happily in love. They have been for over nineteen years. This can't be true. "What? Why? What happened?" I ask, tears starting to brim my eyes. She tales a deep breathe and begin to explain. "Well, when we were at our anniversary dinner, we got to talking and we realized that we don't have that same connection that we had all those many years ago. We have different desires. We've both changed over the years, and we're two completely different people now. We just don't share the mutual connection anymore, Rissa. I'm sorry, but we've decided that this is what's best. For all of us. We've come to the conclusion that we can't go on living our lives, pretending to have feelings that just aren't there anymore." She sighs heavily and continues "And we didn't want to lie to you either.. So we're getting a divorce. He moved out this morning, and is staying with your sister, until he can find a cheap apartment or something. You're welcome to go see him, if you'd like." She finishes. How can all this be true. My parents are in love... Or so I though..

"Yeah. I'll head over there now. I'll be back in a little bit." I go to set my bag in my room, grab my phone, and start down the street to Stacey's.

I get there, and knock on the door. "Stace, open the door! I want to see daddy!" I keep knocking until my dad opens the door. He looks hurt.

I go straight for a hug and we walk inside, and sit on the couch. "Daddy.. What happened? Mommy told me that you're getting a divorce. Why? I though you loved each other. I thought we were all happy together.." I can feel tears start to form in my eyes, but try to hold it in. I'm not the one who should be getting emotional here, my dad is. He's the one getting divorced. "I know sweetie.. I thought everything was okay too.. but apparently, your mother wasn't happy with me. She said she doesn't feel the connection anymore, and she thinks splitting up is the best thing to do." I can see tears form in his eyes, but I can tell he's trying to be strong, for my sake. "Daddy.. I am so sorry this is happening to you. I love you, and just know that you don't have to be strong for me. If you need to cry, cry. I'm here for you." I embrace him in a hug, and we sit like that, with him crying into my shoulder, for about a half hour. "It's okay daddy. It'll all be okay." I hug him goodbye and head back home.

What a day.

When I get home, I go straight to my room and take a well deserved nap. I wake up to the ringing of my phone. I look at it, and see that it's Patrick. Great. He probably wants to yell at me some more. I answer anyways. "Hello?" I say, annoyed. "Hey. Marissa.. Listen, I am sorry for everything. I'm sorry for yelling at you and for walking out of your life. I miss you. Please, forgive me?" He sounds really sincere, and I have missed him. He's my best friend, and I could really use his help right now. "Alright. I've missed you too, Patrick." Silence, then he says something. "Good. I'm outside." Wait. What?

 I look out my window, and sure enough, his truck is in my drive way. Patrick used to come over all the time, when we were still talking, and my parents never cared, because we've been best friends for so long. He's the only guy they let me hang out with. My thoughts get interrupted when Patrick opens the door. He knows where we keep the spare key, and I've been meaning to give him a key of his own for a while now, but the thought always escapes my mind. Oh well. He walks over and wraps me in a huge hug. "I've missed you, Rissa." He whispers, then lets go and sits on my bed. "So what have I missed?"

"I spent the weekend at Dakota's house.. Things happened.. Oh! And my parents are getting a divorce." He looks shocked and I just lay down and put my head in his lap. He starts playing with my hair, and we just lay there, in silence. Just what I need. "Wait! You spent the weekend at Dakota's?!" He whisper yells, as if everything just clicked and he just realized what I said. "Your parents let you?" As if on cue, my mom walks in. "Hey sweetie, I'm going to the bar. Girls night, well needed. I'll be back later tonight, or tomorrow mor- Oh! Patrick. Hi. When did you get here?"

"I got here about ten minutes ago." He answered. "Oh. Alright. Well, will you be spending the night?"

"If my mom will let me. It is a school night, after all."

"Well, it's okay with me, if you'd like to. I won't be here all night, but you are welcome to stay." Why is she being so cool with this? It's weird.

"Thank you, Alison. I'll call my mom, right now, and ask her."

She smiles. "Alright. Just let me know." She switches her gaze to me, "I'll see you in the morning, most likely, if not tonight."

She closes the door and Patrick calls his mom. "She said I can stay." We both smile. "Good! You wanna watch a movie or something?"

He nods his head and I get up to put in The Vow. Channing Tatum is so sexy! And that butt scene, oomph! I can't even.

"Ugh. This movie again? Really?" He complains. "Oh, hush. You know it's my favorite, and I know you like it." He agrees, and I cuddle back up to him, in my bed. I love having my best friend back.

"Bye guys! Behave!" We hear my mom scream from the other room, before hearing the door shut and a car pulling out of the drive way.

I look up to see Patrick staring at me. "What?" I ask, confused. "I've just really missed you. I've missed this. You're my best friend and I was lost without you. I love you, Rissa." Aw. "I love you too, Patrick. Now, watch the movie. They're about to show his butt!" He laughs and continues to stare at me. I pause the movie -right at the butt scene. perfect timing- and sit up. "Okay. That's it. Why do you keep staring at me? It's making me nervous." Before I can even realize what's happening, his lips are on mine, and I'm kissing back. What? I'm with Dakota. This isn't right. I can't do this. This feels so wrong, but yet it feels so right. He picks me up and lays me down, underneath of him, not breaking the kiss for a second. He starts to take his pants off, and lifts up my skirt., in the process. I feel his fingers start to move around down there, and all of my thoughts disappear. Dakota who? That seems bad, but oh my god, this feels so good. He moves his fingers out of the way and he enters me. We're going at it for a good half hour, before my phone starts it ring. Shit! It's Dakota..

"It's Dakota.. What should I do?" I ask, panicking. "Answer it!" He yells.

"Dakota. Hi. What's up?- Oh. Okay.- I know. This weekend was fun.- Yeah.- Alright. Goodnight. Bye." I hang up the phone.

"What just happened......." I sit on the edge of my bed with my head in my lap. What did I just do.....