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rickys' point of view:
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It's been a month since my birthday. Which means, it's also been a month since I've last hung out with Nini. After that night, it's been hard to talk to her because I can't comprehend my feelings. She watched a scary movie for me, which I know was the last thing she wanted to ever do. Not only that but she fell asleep and cuddled with me, and ever since we woke up at 3am not understanding how my arm wrapped around her waist, and her head was on my chest it's been different.
I take a deep breathe looking at myself in the mirror, "it's only a ten minute drive. You got this," I said hyping myself up, attempting in anyway possible to shake off the nerves I get every morning before we pick Nini up for school.
I run downstairs, and am met with moms soft eyes following me around the kitchen.
"Ricky sweetie, can we talk?" Mom asked.
"Yeah?" I questioned. I finished making my cereal before I sat down at the island next to her. "About what?"
She seems to be hesitant, only making me more nervous. "About Nini," she finally spit out.
My mind instantly goes to the bad, Nini told her mom what happened. Or worse, something happened to her. My heart beat quickened, but I kept my cool on the outside.
"What about her? Is she okay?" I questioned.
"Yes. Yes she's physically okay, but I spoke to her mom last night," I could feel the heat growing in my cheek. "She told me Nini has been upset, she said you've been distant and Nini doesn't know why you're angry at her."
"What? Why would she think that I am angry at her?" I question.
Mom frowns. "Ricky sweetie, I know being a teenager is hard. I know this is the age where girls have cooties but don't take it out on Nini. She's been your best friend since you're first day of school, that doesn't have to change," I instantly felt a wave of guilt tug at my heart.
I never thought she'd take it as I was mad at her, I just don't know how to be myself around her.
"No that isn't what this is. I am too old for the girls have cooties thing," I said.
"Then what is it?" She asked.
I wasn't sure if I should tell the truth to my mom. I didn't want things to change even more then they already have. If I tell my mom how I am confused about my feelings, the nights when me and Nini are hanging out and don't want to leave each other she won't be aloud to stay over in our guest room. I don't want them to say no to us hanging out in my bedroom, because liking someone can lead to more than just watching tv. School health classes tell you things change at home when you grow up too, I don't know if I want it to start now.
"Baby," mom spoke, placing a hand on my arm. "You don't have to hide anything from me. I want to help."
"I'm scared," I admit.
"Of what? Nini?"
"No. I don't know how to act around her anymore," mom looks as if a light bulb went on over her head, and she nods.
"I see what this is," she says quietly. "You like her, and you don't want to mess up?" She says more of a question.
I nod. "Something happened on my birthday. Something just clicked, mom. Out of no where I just started getting nervous around her, and I started missing her more when we weren't hanging out. Then I just pushed her away all together because I didn't know what to do."
"She's you're best friend, you just need to talk to her."
"I don't know how."
"How you guys have always connected. Sing it to her."
