Authoritative (Peterick)

Day 12 (Sunday)

"I can't... It's definitely not you, Pete. don't think that! I love you, Pete.... I just... I can't."

I started to cry and walked upstairs into my room and slammed my bedroom door closed.

"Pete... Please don't do anything to hurt yourself!" Patrick sobbed.

I slumped against my bedroom door and cried even more, "W-w-w-why?" I stuttered.

"Because. You're my best friend! I'd be lost without you!"

"And leaving won't do that?"

"Please... Is it so wrong to not be ready for a relationship?"

"Just go, Patrick." I mumbled.

"But... Pete..." He tried.

"But nothing. I will see you next time I have to babysit."

I heard shuffling downstairs along with the front door opening and closing.

I broke down in tears. Every ounce of my heart shattering and breaking. How could he just do that!?

The front door opened and closed again, "Pete?" My mother's voice called. "I have something I found in the attic."

I quickly stood up and wiped my tears away, putting on a fake smile and walking downstairs.

My mother looked at me, "Uh-huh... go sit in the kitchen."

"Okay..." I walked to the kitchen.

She followed, "What's wrong?"

"Oh... nothing." I gave her a half smile.

"You think I'm born yesterday! I raised you better than that! I can tell when you're lying."

I looked down and sighed.

"Now what's wrong? And no more of this, "I'm okay" crap!"

I looked up, "Patrick broke up with me." I looked back down.

"Okay..." she started calmly, "Did he give a reason why?"

"He wasn't ready for a relationship!" I said.

"That's not so bad." My mom took my hand across the table, "Listen... at least it wasn't because of your height." She gave me a sad smile.

"You still remember that?" I laughed.

"That chick was a bitch." She said.

I laughed, "Mom!"

"I'm sorry! Its true, though! But hey... look. If he wasn't ready, he wasn't ready. It's gonna hurt now, but once he is ready, hopefully you two can get back together."

"Yeah, maybe."

"No maybes. Ten years from now We'll be looking back and you'll say, mom, you were right... like always."

I laughed, "I hope so."

"Look what I brought!" My mom pulled put one of my old soccer trophies.

I smiled, "Oh my gosh! look at that! When did I win this? 5 or 6 grade?"

My mom just shrugged and smiled.

I laughed, "I might get back into soccer."

My mom smiled, "I remember when that was your one and only dream. There was no one to distract you and your heart was set on soccer."

"Yeah." I smiled.

"Then you wanted to be a musician."

"Yeah and that dream won't be a reality." I scoffed.