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???: are you ok sweetheart?

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Y/n: ya I'm okay mom

Mom: are you sure? Come. Sit down

She patted her hand on the couch for me to sit next to her

Y/n: okay

I walked up to her and sit down next to her

Mom: What's wrong? I know somethings wrong. I can sense it

Y/n: fine somethings wrong. But how do you know somethings up

Mom: it's a motherly thing. Now what's wrong

Y/n: you know my favorite band right.

Mom: yes you talk about them too much

She laughed while I chuckle a bit

Y/n: well they go to my school.

Mom: oh my god. I'm so happy for you!

Y/n: thanks but back to what I was talking about

Mom: yes. Right

Y/n: so I like two of them

Mom: right...

Y/n: and they both like me back

Mom: wow! That's exiting!

Y/n: i know but anyways i had to tell the band that i know who they are so talked to all of them except the two that I like. When talked to one of them it went well but when I told the other it wasn't well.

I said with water on the brim of my eye lids

Mom: awe honey

She hugged me from the side

Mom: it's going to be all right, okay.

Y/n: okay

She releases the hug and stands up after turning off the tv

Mom: well it's getting pretty late. I have work tomorrow so buenas noches mija

She kissed me on the forehead

Y/n: buenas noches mamá

Then my mom walked to her bedroom. I sat on the couch thinking what am I going to do when I see Chris tomorrow at school. I said to myself that to get over it and figure it out tomorrow. I start to walk up to my room and close the door. I then get change into my pjs, brushed my teeth then went to bed.

A couple of hours later I hear my window open. I started to freak out so I just pretended to be asleep. I don't know why but that's the first thing that comes to my mind.

Then a minute later I hear my window get closed. I couldn't take it anymore so I opened my eyes a little bit and i see...


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Date: 4/14/19
Words: 409

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