Vintages POV
Dylan and I walk through the double doors to the stairs. We didn't take the elevator, because there were way too many people. I wanted to be alone to talk.
"Dude, your mom is freaking horrible." I said without hesitating.
"Yeah, I know. I don't know why she acts like that. She's so blind to my life. Fuck, she's blind to everything. She doesn't even try to figure things out. I don't want anything to do with her."
His words spit fire.
We walked outside the exit doors, and the jeep was right there. I saw my mom pull up.
"Vin, that's your mom."
"Yeah, I called her. She came quite fast."
My mom practically burned rubber pulling up.
"What's the issue?"
Dylan looked at me, as if I was the contestant needing to give an answer to an unknown question. I was hesitant.
"Well, Dylans mom is being a complete bitch.She brought him here just to apologize. He could have did that later."
"Okay. Dylan, you know your mom more than I do. Is this an issue I need to take part I ?"
"No. I just... Probably need some time away from her. My mom hasn't been herself lately. You've been more of a mom to me than anything."
"If you'd like, you could stay with us for as long as you need."
"Yeah, I would like that. I just have to get clothes."
"We can go do that now. I'll follow you home, just lead the way."
Dylan and I got in the car.
"My mom is nice to you isn't she? I love it. We love you Dyl. You have a family here."
"I know. Let's just go get the clothes."
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He Found Her.
Genç KurguVintage. Female, high school student. She isn't very social in school; or even at home with her own mother at times. Depression visits her every now and then, considering the loss of her father and her move to a different place that she knows liter...
