Hemmings

Seven

     It was my first time coming home in days, and my mom is probably upset and going crazy thinking that I would never run back home to her. I felt a little guilty and bad that I did. I wouldn't want my daughter to do that to me either, I would probably jump to conclusions thinking she was dead. I opened the back door that lead to the kitchen, and there was my mom sitting on the kitchen table. She looked tired to the point where her eyes had more bags than it already would, and she sipped her coffee slowly, reading the newspaper. She looks at me in shock, laying the cup back on the table, and the tears escape from her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She says, standing up and walking towards me. She hugs me, I could hear her quiet sobs. "Please don't ever do that to me again. I love you."

I look at her in surprisement, mainly because she finally confessed that she did love me.

"Okay mom, I get it. I know what I did." I blurt, walking out of the kitchen and into my room. I didn't want to put myself into that kind of position at that moment, after all, I did need to have time for just myself. I've recently spent most of my days with Luke, and not that its a bad thing, but I miss the feeling of being able to be with myself to process everything over and over again in my mind. My phone vibrated, and it was Ashton calling me.

"Rilaaaaaye!" He yells, laughing.

"What? Are you drunk or stoned or some shit?" I question in confusion, and a little in annoyance.

"No. I think I'm just hyper off of soda. But where are you?"

"I just got home." I sigh.

"Wanna go chill downtown with us? We got drinks." He persuades.

I sigh again, "Ashton. I'm tired and Luke is probably annoyed seeing me everyday."

He laughs. "No I'm not! I love seeing your beautiful face everyday. It makes me happy!" Luke yells into the phone.

I blush for a moment, then drop my shoulder bag onto the floor.

"What time are you guys going anyway?" I ask, concerned.

"We're supposedly leaving right now. We're actually down the street from your house, hahahaha!" Ashton laughs.

"You guys are ridiculous, I fucking swear." I sarcastically say. "I'll be outside." I continue, leaving my room.

I walk down the stairs, so silent my mom would barely hear my footsteps. I silently peak into the kitchen where my mom was, and I found her talking through the phone. It was on speaker mode, and the words "Take only one pill a day, Mrs. Thompson." came out of it, assuming it was her pediatrician. She hung the phone up, and bit her bottom lip.

"I'll be back." I say, leaving into the front door of the house. I usually leave right before she says anything, and she doesn't do anything to make me stop, so it's whatever's. The band's van was parked right in front of my house, and Luke stood outside of it, waiting for me to get to it. I considered the van as a hippie van, kind of like the one that One Direction drove in their music video, 'What Makes You Beautiful'.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiii." Luke smiles, hugging me. I half smile, and hug him back. He smelt like vanilla, he smelt good. Unlike other boys that sweat most of the time. "You okay?" He asks, concerned.

"I don't know. Kind of worried. Kind of not." I say, nervously.

"Why is that, my love?"

"Luke. Don't even worry about it."

"We aren't going to leave until you tell me. I don't wanna go on with the night with you being unsure about something. I want you to be able to enjoy it." He hugs me again, now resting his chin on the top of my head.