Things End, Deal With It

thirteen

It shouldn't be awkward to be in the same room as your boyfriend, but it was. It was unbelievably unbearable, at one point, I had to leave. I went downstairs to where Erica lived in the little house. She was sitting on the small sofa, with her legs propped up on the other side. Supernatural was playing on the television, and she was so into it that she merely glanced at me as I stepped through the doorway.

"Can I come sit?" I ask as I manuver towards the recliner. She nods as she stares intently at Dean, whom she has a major crush on. I fall into the recliner and sigh. I try to get Erica's attention, but nothing seems to be working. I tried kicking her arm and every thing, but she just brushed me off. "I made out with Sammy." Her head turns towards me, her mouth agape.

"You.. what?" she asks, surprised.

"I.. made out.. with Sammy. I know it was wrong, so don't give me no damn lecture, please." She wants me to continue, but what else am I supposed to fucking say?

"Holy shit, you have to tell Aaron." Erica has paused Supernatural, and I obviously had her full attention.

"I don't know how. I need to like.. ya know, break up with him." It makes me feel bad just thinking about it. I didn't think I'd turn out like the rest of my family, honestly. I never wanted to turn out like my dad or older brother. Even my aunt had told me a story of how she had cheated on my uncle when they first started dating. I was shocked by that one because they were the perfect couple now; happily married with four kids. I guess cheating and being an asshole just runs in the family.

"He's absolutely, completely, and utterly inlove with you, you can't break up with him!" she exclaims.

"Keep your voice down," I seethe. "I don't know what you mean. Are you telling me to just stay with him even though I made out with someone else AND liked it?"

"Ugh, don't say it out loud. Now you're making me feel bad for even suggesting it." She goes to bite her nails at the same time I do, and I laugh, even considering the situation. "Just break up with him, damn it. I wouldn't recommend telling him why, though. Unless that like, makes you feel better and less guilty."

"Lord have mercy on my soul, I hope I make it through this." Erica laughs, and I get up from my seat. "Okay, I'm gonna go upstairs and do this." I wipe my sweaty palms on my fuzzy shorts and huff.

"You're doing it tonight?" she asks, frantically.

"Better sooner than later." She stands in front of me and looks at me sadly. I literally have to look down at her because she's shorter than me. I just thought I should point that out.

"Good luck." She pulls me in for a long hug, and when we release each other, I head upstairs. I round the corner as Aaron is jogging down the stairs.

"Cheyenne, I was just coming to get you. We need to talk," he states quickly.

"Uh, okay." I follow him up the few stairs and into the living room.

"We're gonna head to bed," Aaron explains to Moe Moe, who looks like he's about to pass out on the couch. My mother is already asleep on the fold out couch so we walk around her and back the hallway.

Sammy fell asleep as soon as we got back to the house. He slept in Violet's room, well the room she calls hers. It's just a painted pink room she sleeps in when she stays here.

Moe Moe agreed to let Aaron and I sleep in his room for the two weeks we were here as long as we didn't touch any of his stuff.

Aaron sat me down on the bed and took both of my hands in his.

"I'm gonna try and not scream at you, no matter how pissed I am at you, because your aunt and uncle are in the next room." I'm absolutely terrified. Did Sammy tell him about the lake? I wouldn't imagine why he would because they barely know each other. "I know that Sam isn't actually your cousin. Your mom told me. I don't know why you lied to me about this, but I have no other choice then to break up with you. I love you to death, Cheyenne, and I thought we were forever. I wish it hadn't come to this, but you brought this upon yourself. I don't want to do this, but I had to. I can't be with someone who doesn't feel the same about me as I do them." He has now let go of my hands and moved away from me, putting space between us. He doesn't even want to be near me. I probably disgust him, just as much as my dad disgusts my mom.

"I made out with Sammy, and I actually enjoyed it. I came up here to tell you that. I was gonna break up with you because I thought you wouldn't want to be with me anyway. I would try to blame this on my dad for cheating on my mom and making me think that it's okay. I won't do that though because it wouldn't be right. This is completely my fault. Now, if you have nothing else to say, I'm going to sleep." I wait to see if he has anything to say, but all he has to offer is a blank expression. "Night, then." I turn down the covers and get under them. I end up taking the blanket off and just covering with the sheet because of the heat. Did I mention it's still 87 degrees even at 11:30 something at night?

"Are you seriously going to sleep?" Aaron asks, after minutes of being quiet.

"Are you seriously just going to sit there and watch me?" I don't know if I'm mad or sad or neither. I just don't want him in my presence, to be honest. He shouldn't want to be in my presence, but he hasn't left yet.

"I'm just fighting some inner battles is all." My eyes shoot open as he uses the same sentence I used when he asks me if I was alright when we first met.

I lazily walk out of the hospital with Cam and Nash by both my sides. My mother is carefully walking behind me, promising to catch me if I fall.

"Are you alright?" A boy asks as he stops me in the middle of the walk way. He has gorgeous brown eyes like Cam.

"I'm just fighting some inner battles is all." He knew what I meant when his face dropped.

"Is that why you were in there?" He points towards the hospital, but before I could answer, Nash pulled me into him.

"I think that's enough. We really need to get her home."

"Can I atleast get a name?" he pleads.

"Cheyenne," my mom tells him as Cameron and Nash make me go to the car.

"Aaron, tell her my name's Aaron."

"Don't do that." My voice cracks, but I know I can hold back the tears until he leaves. But he doesn't leave. He gets under the sheet and falls asleep.