I wake up the next morning and go downstairs. "Good morning sweetie" my mom says handing me a cup of coffee.
"Morning" I say barely audible, sitting at the table.
She looks at me and frowns. "You know you can talk to me right? I am your mother." She says sitting next to me.
"I know, its just hard. I loved him." I reply a tear running down my face.
"I know sweetie, I know" my mom gets up and hugs me. "How about later we go shopping down town? Would you like that?" She asks and I look up.
"You know I don't like shopping, but it might make me feel a little better." I say smiling up at her.
"Alright, go shower and get ready we can leave in 2 hours." She says standing up and walking out of the room.
I get up and go upstairs. I grab my phonw from my bedside table and see I have 15 missed calls, 10 from Ethan and the others from Ali. I delete all of the voicemails not wanting to hear them, and go shower.
After I get out of the shower, I put on light makeup to hide the bags under my eyes so I don't look like a zombie.
I am done with my hair and makeup and run downstairs to see my mom sitting on the couch watching some soap opera. "Are you ready?" She asks sitting up.
"Yeah, ill meet you in the car." I say walking out the door, sitting in the front seat.
We are on the way to the Mall and my phone dings. It's a Twitter notification.
Michael Clifford has mentioned you. I wonder how he found me.. I go to the tweet.
@Michael5SOS:
@Carter420 Hey, its me the sweaty red head. Lol.
I laugh at the tweet and respond.
@Carter420
Hey there @Michael5SOS
I know vey generic but what can I say, I'm not that clever.
We arrive at the mall and I get out of the car and walk inside the food court. It smells delicious.
I turn to my mom and say "could we grab something to eat before we shop?"
"Sure, what would you like?" She asks.
"Maccas!" I say a little bit to loud. I chuckle as she nods and walks over. I sit at a booth close to Hallmark.
I look into the store and see a tall red headed boy, I quickly look down thinking I'm crazy and that actually can't be him.
Until he turns around and sees me and walks over. "Its Carter right?" He asks looking down at me. I blush hardcore, and nod.
"Can I sit?" He also asks.
I nod again. "Um yeah sure." I say, then look over to my mom and she is still waiting in line.
"Thanks." He says smiling.
I smile back. "No problem." Then I ask. "What are you doing here? Buying a gidt for your girlfriend?" Refering from when he was in Hallmark.
He chuckles. "No, I don't have a girlfriend. I was buying my mom a birthday gift. Her birthday is tomorrow."
"Oh well happy birthday to her." I smile looking at his hands on the table.
"What are you doing here?" He suddenly asks.
I quickly look up. "Oh, I came shopping with my mom" I say pointing over to her.
"Oh cool." he says smiling.
"Yeah I guess." I say looking back over to my mom she is finally walking over to the table with food.
"Hello there." She says looking over at Michael.
"Hi ma'am," He says standing up and helping her put the tray down. "I'm Michael, I'm friends with your daughter." He smiles at her.
"Well hello there Michael, I'm Brenda." She smiles back at him, then shakes his hand.
"Would you like to sit with us? I bought extra, because I saw you were over here" she smiles going through the food.
"That would be lovely ma'am." He says sitting down next to me and smiles.
We all finish eating and my mom and I say goodbye to Michael, but before I let him walk off I ask him "hey the other night when you gave me your number, I got home and took a shower and it kinda washed off. So, what is your number again." I chuckle nervously.
He laughs. "Hand me your phone Ill put it in." I do as told and hand him my phone he enters a contact and then takes a picture? I look at him weird. "What its so you know its me its the contact picture." He laughs again.
"Oh okay" I giggle, then I take my phone back. "Well I will see you around Michael." I say turning away about to head to my mom.
"You too Carter." He says turning and walking away.
I catch up with my mom, and we shop for the rest of the day.
