The problem

Friends

11/12

I arrive at home in a blink of an eye, mom was on the kitchen and she seemed to be focused on making dinner, I ignore her and rush to my room, wiping out my tears, I try to message Fiona and Jake after the last couple of minutes, trying to explain the situation, but no answers.

It's late, now. I probably should go to bed anyway...

Suddenly my phone starts ringing. Who is calling me?

I grasp it and read the title:

Fiona.

"Hello?" I say nervously.

"H-hey, Peter." she says.

It feels good to hear her voice, but I could tell that something was wrong.

"Are you okay?" I ask worriedly.

"I was going to ask the same, actually."

"I'm fine." I lie.

"Peter, I'm so sorry, but...I mean, we're just friends, right? I don't want to ruin our friendship or something like that..." she hesitates.

I'm speechless. So It IS true. I sigh sadly. I saw this coming anyway.

"...That's okay, Fiona, I understand."

"Really? Are you okay with it? I hope I'm not hurting your feelings..."

"Yeah, I'm fine, really." I drly reply.

"Well...uh...see you, then." she hangs out.

I know what she meant. We always hang out when school ends, we usually go to a beach to celebrate, or a park, sometimes. But now I don't feel that excited about it.

I lie down and checks my phone for the last time, I'm surprised to see a text from Jake:

'Gumball! Are you okay? I talked to Fiona, she said she would talk to you about...you know, what happened earlier."

I reply:

'Hi, I'm fine, she already did what she had to. It's not that big of a deal anyway."

'Are you sure you don't want to talk about it? Getting rejected can be really disappointing.'

And disheartening.

'Nah, It's fine, goodnight.'

'Goodnight'

I sleep right after that.

KNOCK KNOCK.

KNOCK KNOCK.

"PETER!"

Wha...? I slowly open my eyes.

I continue to hear some pounding at my door, I recognize my mom's voice.

"Mom?" I say.

I open the door.

"We need you to buy groceries, here's the list." she hands me a sheet of paper.

"Right now?" I ask, yawning.

"Yeah."

She doesn't gives me time to answer. Damn. My life sure is complicated.

I shower and get dressed quickly and walk to the market, since it was close to my home.

Now...what do I need to buy?

...

...

I guess that's all I need. I smile and walks towards the counter...then I see someone familiar from the back...oh no...is that...?