Once we got to my house, I automatically checked to see if my mom was there. I forgot if she was or wasn't? But thankfully she wasn't, I was pretty sure that she was off somewhere getting drunk like in a bar or something.
"Wow... this place has really changed huh?" He said as he walked through the door.
"Uh, yeah little bit." I said trying to really see if you could tell. "So let's head up to my room" he cocked an eyebrow. "T-T-To see my drawings of course." I stuttered. As he walked in front of me I hit my myself in the head for being so stupid.
He walked into my room, I was actually surprised he still remembered where it was. Then the moment I was waiting for... "Why is your room so...skater like?" He questioned.
"Things change you know, my room couldn't be purple forever." I said cheekily.
"Heh, yeah I guess not," he said picking up my old skateboard. "I actually like your room better this way Mia."
"Really? I thought you'd be all judgmental and try to make me change it." I said with an eyebrow up.
"What makes you say that? I'm not that bad."
"I know," I said. "It's just- just been a while and I don't know if you'd be okay with everything." I sat down on my bed.
He walked over to me, he sat down beside me and hugged me. In that moment I felt like I was safe, like I could tell him anything. "It's okay Mia, what has happened during the time I was gone, it's okay... look I don't care about the stuff that's happened, I don't care about the past... but" he lifted my chin up so we could see eye to eye. "If you want to dwell about the past then, at least let me do it with you, because I don't want you to be alone."
Here's when I really got pissed off. I made him let go of me, I stood up to face him. "You don't want me to be alone?! Really because I find that quite ironic Jack. You left me alone all these years, now you just suddenly make yourself at home like nothing ever happened and expect me to pretend like it's okay! Like everything is fine, like I'm fine, like this whole situation is fine?!" I started pacing around the room. Uh oh... panic attack. I stopped, breathing heavily, I held my sides and closed me eyes.
"Mia? Mia! Mia are you okay?"
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Short StoryYou ever get that feeling, like you want to say so many things, but... you don't... you just keep it to yourself, then you kick yourself afterwards for not saying those things. That's basically what happened to me~ Hey guys! This is the f...