Blurred Sentimentality

Good Friends (Ch. 21)

Happy new year guys! Have a positive 2019!

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Olivia

"What do you have to tell me, Chaz?" I repeated myself.

"We shouldn't be friends anymore." He looked away.

"What?" I blurted out. "What should we be then? A newly married couple?"

"Ollie." He rolled his eyes.

"You tell me we shouldn't be friends and you call me Ollie?"

"Olivia." He said firmly and my heart ached.

"It's better that way." He closed his eyes and relaxed in his seat.

"Why? What did I do wrong, man?"

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then what?!" I cried out. "You're too good?"

"Pfft. No." He said.

"Then what?"

"I said it's better that way. Get out of my car."

"What's up with these mood swings of yours, man?" I said, not believing him. We were joking around like 10 minutes ago. What type of devil whispered in his ear in such a short amount of damn time?

"Stop man-zoning me." He rolled his eyes.

"Okay, woman." I raised my voice.

"Holy shit Olivia, just get out."

"Sure." I yelled and opened the car door. I got out and slammed it.

I startled walking towards my house. Now I need to worry about how I'll sneak in the house. What have I done? Whatever it was, it was worth it. I took deep breaths as I trudged towards the house. It didn't feel like home. It was like I was about to enter a haunted house, and the all the creepy creatures were my parents. I've been close to my mom for some time, but never too close. Same with dad only that he was a bit more controlling than mom.

I turned to the back of the house and slowly climbed over the fence. I opened the backdoor slowly and tip-toed inside. The backdoor was usually open, and I never saw the point of that, but now I was going to be forever thankful for it.

With every step inside, my heart beat quickened. Probably not as quick as when Chaz held my hand, but still very quickly. I peeked in the living room, and thanks god, no one was there. As quietly as I could, I climbed the stairs and walked through the hallway to my room.

I grabbed the door knob and sighed in relief. I twisted it and stepped in, closing it quietly behind me, but when I turned around. Here they were.

"Goodness me!" I screamed.

"Where did you go?" Was my dad's first sentence.

"Hi, to you too dad." I rolled my eyes. "I went to the library."

"Didn't I tell you not to go?" He yelled and my mom gave me her infamous glare.

"I'm sorry, this is the last time." I said quietly.

"Oh hell no, it is not. I won't let this slide." He continued.

"Sorry." I said, meaning it, but not regretting going to meet the team.

"You're getting used to sneaking out now? I'm very disappointed. Just because we left you home alone for sometime doesn't mean you can have complete control on you life."

"I'm supposed to! I'm almost 18!" I raged.

"Don't give me that tone." Mom interrupted.

"You're going to go by our rules as long as you're in this household."