My Robotic Boyfriend

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Ivy's pov

   "Shine and rise, sleepy head." An high pitched voice I recognized as my Mom's said, and the next thing I felt was the sharp ray of sun, hitting my closed eye lids.

I groaned softly, squeezing my eyes and rubbing it from the burn as I made an attempt to sit up.

She jumped on my bed, pulling my body to hers. "I've missed you so much sweetheart." She said.

I managed to peel my eyes open, frowning when I saw her. "Mom?"

"Who else where you expecting baby?" She asked, smoothing the bed nest I have of a hair.

My brain still wasn't functioning properly, and I knew something important had happened the day before, but I couldn't remember. "When did you get back?" I said, sitting up properly.

"Last night... We didn't want to wake you honey." She said.

I looked around to find myself in my room. How did I get here? I was with Ethan-

My eyes snapped open fully.

Ethan... Where is Ethan?

"What's wrong?" My mom asked, concern lacing her voice.

"Whe-where is-"

"Trevor?" She filled in.

"Yeah... Him, where is he?" I asked, pulling the covers off my body.

"Relax, Ivy. He's outside with your Dad, working on his bike."

I furrowed my brows. "What? He's outside?"

"Yes? Is anything wrong with that?" She asked. "Did you two have a fight? Did you send him out, Ivy? You know you can't do that right? If you send him out, he wouldn't have anywhere-"

"Mom mom, I didn't send him out. I just- you wouldn't understand... I need to see him." I said, jumping out of bed.

"Not so fast young lady. You'll only go down stairs when you get ready."

"Ready? For what?" I asked, scanning the grin on her face.

"You and I are going on a shopping spree. It's going to be fabulous, we'll get our hair done, our nails done, we'll shop till our feets hurt."

I was confused by this.

Yes, my Mom can really be a girl sometimes, but she preferred to be a girl with her friends, not with me. I mean, it's not like she never wanted me to tag along before, infact, she asked me everytime, but I usually said no... Cause, I didn't have the passion for those things. And yeah, it can get tiring.