Intrigued

First date

I wake up in today's the day. That I'm actually going out on a date with Stephen. But it's not actually a date but I hope it is. I've had a major crush on him ever since I seen him in the hallway our sophomore year.

Janice would have been so excited to hear about this, but I will never be able to tell her about this. I really wish she would just show up in my bedroom. Always took her love for granted, every time we try to make plans when I moved away, I would make an excuse that I had to work late, do homework, something. I just wished I could take all that back.

I was interrupted by my thoughts as my mom opened the door make it squeak.

"Hey honey you know it's almost 5:30 in the afternoon?" She said as she sat beside me.

I look down at my hands that where in my lap. I sigh.
"I know momma, I just wished I could talk to Janice one more time. I wish I could be getting ready in her talking about how excited she is that one of us got noticed from Stephen. I wish I could just be here mom."

She puts hear hand on my back rubbing it slightly.

"I know how hard it is losing someone so close to you baby girl" she smiles at me.

"I wished the pain could go away" I look up at her.

"I know sweetie and it will I promise but , things like this take time" she pats my back.

"Now let's get you ready you said he will be here around what time?" She asked going over to my closet.

I stand to my feet and walk over to my closet my mom already pulling clothes from the hangers. She is becoming suffocating, not in a mean way but I just lost my friend, and she just wants to be there for me but I'm an adult.

"Mom... I don't need your help... I'm not trying to be mean but , I'm not a little girl."

She looks shocked but, then smiles.

"I'm sorry sweetheart I just want to be there for you."

"I know mom I know, I just i don't know I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize Elizabeth your okay. I'll go downstairs and I'll let you know when he is here."

She walked out of my room and shut my door.  I sight  because I know I just hurt her feelings. I look at all the clothes my mom put on my bed.

I finally choose a floral red skirt and a simple cropped sweater.