I came to the conclusion very quickly that Sundays were no longer good days. Where I'd normally be waking up with a gorgeous, usually naked, guy wrapped around me, I was now waking up alone in my own bed. I sighed and rolled over, nearly falling onto the floor. I grunted, annoyed, and rose to my feet.
Without Gerard, there was very little to actually do today, which I found depressing, at best. I could have gone out with Joe or Chris, but I knew myself too well, and didn't want to bother them with my moping about Gee (I think they'd probably thank me for that one, too).
I guess I'd be lying if I said there wasn't anything for me to do. I could do all of the accumulating school work I'd be ignoring, or I could do some research on the University of Toronto, or I could write that song I'd been meaning to write. Yeah, there was a lot for me to be doing, but the way I was feeling, it wouldn't get done. I wasn't sad, of course, because I'd literally be seeing him tomorrow. I was just really, really bored. I caught myself, more than once, reaching for my phone to text him, then having to stop myself. I wasn't quite sure why his therapist believed that this would be good for us, but she seemed to be helping him, so I trusted her judgment. If one day without him meant that he'd be sober and happy, then I guessed I could deal with that one day of boredom.
My Mom poked her head around the corner, then, breaking me out of my self-pitying.
"Honey, I'm going into town. If you get dressed quickly, you can come." She said. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Of course, going to town with my Mother wasn't exactly my idea of a fun day, but she'd probably buy me lunch, and I was running pitifully low on books, so maybe I could check out the vintage bookstore. I nodded.
"Yeah, okay." I smiled. She beamed back and walked away, closing the door softly behind her. I let out a sharp breath and turned to my wardrobe, just grabbing the first things that caught my eye because, hey, I wasn't out to impress anyone today. I glanced at my lip ring and considered not putting it in, but it'd been out for a while now, and I didn't want the hole to close, so I fastened it. I was used to taking it out for class and stuff, and never really got the chance to wear it at Gerard's place. Hell, I didn't even think he'd seen me with it in. I recalled his strong distaste for needles, and assumed he probably wouldn't approve.
I brushed my teeth and hopped downstairs, smiling when I found my Mom already waiting by the door.
"'Kay. Let's go." I said. She frowned.
"No breakfast?"
"We can get something out." I smiled. She nodded, not even questioning it, and I grinned. Somehow, food always tastes better when you eat out (though, that might be because my Mother can't cook).
"We haven't been out together in a while." She said almost sadly as we slid into the car. My stomach twisted with guilt, but I plastered a smile on my face.
"Yeah. I guess it just gets crazy, right?" I said softly. She nodded.
"It'll be hard with you all the way up in Canada." She murmured.
"You're telling me." I laughed bitterly. She frowned.
"Is everything alright?"
"Yeah. I mean, I'm gonna miss everyone, that's all. It feels like I'm leaving my whole life behind." I murmured. Maybe because I was. Mom smiled.
"It always feels like that. But you'll go and you'll make new friends and everything over here will seem so dull." She assured me.
"I don't want to. I can't let them go." I whispered.
"Is this about Cam?" she asked sadly.
"Y-yeah." I stammered. She held my hand and smiled gently.
"Yeah, okay, that's difficult. But you two will make it work, I'm sure, and if you don't, then I guess it wasn't meant to be." She murmured.
