Overcome

Chapter Nineteen

We both wake up early the next morning. It's 6:15 and mom actually is sleeping in.

Justin and I are a little awkward considering all the things he just told me last night and the fact that I fell asleep in the same bed as him.

I get up and walk to my room, giving Justin some space. But instead, he follows me. I see that his eyes are still puffy and red.

"I'm sorry" he says, still upset.

"What? Why are you sorry? Don't be." I try to sound nonchalant but my worry makes me fail to try.

"You're not mad?" he asks relieved.

"No" I say softly "I'm happy that you finally told me what was bothering you."

He sits in my chair.

"Justin?' I ask uncertain if I should really bring it up.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not sure if it was a dream or not. But I heard you and my mom talking when I was sleeping."

His face tightens the slightest bit.

"So you're really looking for apartments." I sadly say.

He nods his head slowly while looking down "I can't live here forever Gina"

"I know that. But what I don't understand is that your not talking to your parents."

"Gina" he sighs. "I told you, they don't want any part of me."

"Justin, have you ever thought that they are waiting for you to call them? That they are giving you as much space that you need?"

"No" he quietly says.

"You should really call them."

He lifts his head to look at me. "To hear them fight? No! I'm not doing it!"

I realize that I'm not going to win this conversation, "Fine, but Justin, you're 17, you can't just live somewhere else without letting your parents know."

I walk downstairs annoyed and hungry. I decide against eating at home I get dressed into real cloths, get money, walk back downstairs.

"where are you going" Justin asks.

"To eat"

"Can I come?"

"Well then you better get dressed."

Within minutes he was in jeans, a white T-shirt, and some fancy brand of sneakers. He always looks good in no matter what he wears. What the hell is up with my ridiculous comments? I think to myself.

Soon we get out of the Volvo and walk into the diner.. It's early so there is not a lot of people there.

I get confused looking at Justin, "Don't you hav-"

I get cut of by Justin saying "Saturday" because he's so used to me asking if he has work every Saturday.

I order my usual egg, bacon, and cheese on a plan bagel. He orders the same as for he didn't even look at the menu.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

He looks at me, "Nothing" then looks back out the window to the Volvo.

"Okay, what's up with the car. How come you drive it and my mom dosen't." I ask flat out.

He laughs "Way to beat around the bush!" but then he gets serious knowing that I'll just ask the question again. "My parents pay for it"

"Justin" I sigh. "You have to talk to them. Tell them that you're moving, so if anything happens to you, they know where to find you."