Lillian lives a normal life. Gets up goes to work, gets home, does her online classes, writes and then goes to bed. She doesn't have any friends. She's pushed them all away. She doesn't live like she used to.
When Jake and his friends move into Li...
Friday, which is one of my days off I get a text from Jake.
Jake: hey, it's Jake. Would you want to go to a party with me tomorrow night?
I haven't been to a party in at least a year. I didn't have anything to wear. Should I even say yes?
I sigh and walk downstairs with my phone in hand. "Hey sweetie." Mom says and I give her a light smile.
"Ready for dinner?" She asks. "Yeah, I just have to pee." I say, put my phone down and run to the bathroom.
When I get back food is on the table and silverware in out. Mom gets up and brings a plate to dad and I get a text.
Jake: great. I can pick you up at 8?
What? I never even answered him. I go to my texts and see that I said 'I'd love to go to a party. Parties are fun.' But I didn't say that. I would never say 'parties are fun.' To anyone.
"Mom?" I call and she walks into the dining room. "Yes?" She asks sitting down.
"Did you happen to answer any of my texts?" I ask and she sips her wine. "No, why would I do that?" She doesn't look me in the eyes.
"Mom, what if I didn't want to go that party." I say. "Exactly, I knew you would say no so I said yes." She says.
"Mom, that's not your decision. Why would you do that?" I ask. I was definitely over reacting.
"Tyler, you need to learn to have fun again. Ever since-" she starts.
"Don't" I say and she stops. We eat in silence. "Goodnight." I say rinsing my plate.
"Love you." She says and I say it back.
I have to pick out my outfit.
....
At five pm I still haven't found anything to wear in the horrendous closet of mine.
I sigh in frustration when mom walks in with a bag. "What's that?" I ask and she throws it on my bed.
"I know you don't have any clothes in there so I got you a little something." She says and walks away.
I open it and pull out a shirt and some jeans. I try them on and gasp. That's what I love about my mom. She knows exactly what my style is.
I do my hair and put on some light makeup which consists of lipgloss and mascara. I put on some black boots and look at myself.
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I can't lie. I look better than I have in a while and it makes me slightly happy.
At 7:55 the doorbell rings and I take a deep breath and walk downstairs to find mom already at the door.
"Aren't you one of those boys who was playing in the street?" She asks and I laugh rushing to the door.
