Monday morning rolls around. Another week of school.
Great.
I'm tired as fuck this morning.
I stayed up late last night googling 'amazing date ideas' and 'what not to do on a first date'.
Yes that's right, I am that lame.
I just want it to be perfect, I guess.
"Morning Harry." my dad greets me as I walk into the kitchen, for whatever breakfast my mom has made me this morning.
"Holy fuck, you are actually here." I accidentally swear out of pure shock that he isn't at work.
"Language young man. You just caught me on time, I was about to leave." he takes a bite of the apple in his hand before picking up his briefcase. "I should be home for dinner tonight so I would like you to be here."
Yeah, of course he will.
"Sure." I say giving him a half smile.
He kisses my mom on the forehead and heads off to work.
"I bet you he doesn't make it home for dinner." I say to my mother as I sit down at the table.
"Have some faith in your father Harry. Maybe one day he will surprise you." My mum places a bowl, a cereal box and a carton of milk on the table in front of me.
"Oh so no amazing scrambled eggs today?" I tease.
"I was a little busy this morning, I didn't have time to make breakfast." She informs me.
"Eewww. There are things you don't need to share mother."
"Don't be so disgusting Harry. I didn't mean any funny business." She laughs a little.
I actually like the relationship I have with my mom. She is one of the best women I know.
Well, she did give birth to yours truly, so of course she is awesome.
I finish my fruit loops and head upstairs to change for school.
I look at my phone and see I have one new message.
Riley:
Hey Harry, would you mind giving me a lift to school this morning? XxMe:
Is your car not working again? XxRiley:
Yeah that's it. My mom has gone to work already so I'm unable to ask her. What do you say? Can you help a damsel in distress? XxI'm smiling at my phone again. My dimples must be popping out with how big my stupid grin is.
Me:
No problem I'll be ready in about 20 minutes. See you soon xxI feel like I have a constant need to please her. I pretty much will say yes to anything she asks me.
Well maybe not anything.
I put on a Green Bay Packers jersey and a pair of black skinny jeans. I look in the mirror at my hair, it's grown a lot longer then I usually have it. I can't be bothered to do anything to it so I tie up a headband to push it out of my eyes.
It's something new but I'll give it a try.
"Bye mom!" I shout from the bottom of the stairs as I put on my boots.
"Harry, wait." she says storming out from the kitchen.
What's wrong with her? How did I manage to piss her off in the 15 minutes I was upstairs?
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The Girl Next Door ( H.S ) (Postponed)
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