Our Kind of Relationship

Chapter 8

✿HANNAH'S POV ✿

Tough days. Crazy tough days.

"Hannah, I still can't get that off my mind!" Mom freaked
Out trying to relax. She took aspirin once more while getting
An ice pack.

Me getting a boyfriend shouldn't be such a problem. Who's to
Judge? Romeo and Juliet happened at thirteen and fourteen!
They slept with each other and married each other!

"Mom, relax, he didn't touch me. The kisses and hugs aren't
Supposed to be that big of a deal." I said, stubbornly. I hate
To admit it but I can be stubborn at times,

"I get that you're a virgin but your 'Romeo and Juliet' thing,
Proves nothing. It was there generation! Ours is different. It's
Weirder and more unexpected!" Mom protested.

She walked away to the living room and started looking
Through 'Children's Billboard Songs' and cute little poems for
Mother's Day.

Better quit while you're alive Hannah. Walk away before mom
Drags you along to this event. It's not happening!

I tried to tip toe away but I was too late. I always think
Too late.

"Hannah, since it's a Mother's Day event, and I was
Wondering if you could come." Mom insisted. She knows
Me too well.

She said 'could'. That means I have no choice! Or, do I?

"Grrrrrrrrrrr." I mumbled, showing her that I don't want
To go. A fifteen year old surrounded by four and five year olds?
I never thought that would happen.

"I'll make you a deal. If you come, I'll approve your
Relationship with Taylor." Mom proposed. I can't believe
That I had to do this. Namingly 'attend the event'.

I turned around with a fake smile and walked over to
The coffee table with Rita's failed grilled cheese sandwich for me.
I've been trying to avoid her and it the whole day.

Speaking of which.

"Ma'am, Mr. Smith left a present for uh -- Hannah, the other night." Rita
Informed us. I didn't bother getting a gift from the guy who got hung over
Eight times in a row, slept with Diana on my mom's anniversary and the
List goes on.

"Screw that." I huffed gesturing my hand in the air, signaling
Rita to go away. No can do, folks.

"Hannah, would you like to know what it is before you
'Screw it'?" Mom asked. I must be out of my mind.

I took a deep breath and nodded with my 'I'm pissed' face
So they'd know. This is the part where I'm supposed to pretend
To appreciate it.

Rita came down stairs with a little journal with a lock and key.
Did I need it for real? It's trash.

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I can't even understand the title I'm guessing it says 'Girl's Precious Secrets'.
If it's a diary, I'll pass. This was so not worth it.

"Oh wow..." My voice trailed off to my sarcasm.
Mom mentally palm faced herself while getting some
Cookies she bakes yesterday.

"I had enough with your sarcasm!" She exclaimed trying to
Make it sound humerous. She took a bite of what seemed to be -- SNICKERDOODLE COOKIES,

"So, you coming to the 'Sweetie to Mommy, Mother's Day' event?" Mom
Asked looking half excited. The deal was still ringing in my head. Was I serious?
If it meant letting my relationship with Taylor be approved... Fine.

I nodded, regretting it already. Mom clapped her hands all giddy while giving
Me a cookie. Finally, she remembered that I wanted one. The ones that Taylor
Gave me, mom made me give it to the street children. That was sad but partially
For a good cause, though.

"I'm gonna get your name tag ready!" Mom squealed going upstairs.

Now it was just Rita and I.

"Rita, no offense, but you suck at making grilled cheese sandwiches." I said,
While looking a little sorry for myself. It always works.

She just poured and rolled her eyes. I love and don't love how
She has the nerve to do that.

"You tell me how, then." She instructed crossly. It's not always that easy
As it looks but I showed her anyways.

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