Shout your name out to the wind
confess my love for you, again;
confess my love for you, again;
When I headed over to Duncan's house the next morning, I wasn't sure how I was going to react to seeing my parents. Hell, I didn't know how they were going to react when they saw me. Cause a) I'm not with Jon, I'm engaged to Brent, the man they hate and b) I've been in a car wreck.
"I'm just relieved you're okay. We tried to get time off sooner, but we couldn't"
"Don't worry about it, mom. I was okay. I had the boys, I had my brother. I was okay."
My mom looked over at me with her bright baby blue eyes, like she was reading me. Or, it was like, she knew something else was wrong. Who was I kidding. She was my mom. Mom's always know when something's wrong. I knew I had to tell her. I was wearing my guilt like a second skin.
"Your hair looks fantastic by the way." My mom says after she takes a sip of her coffee. "You were starting to look like some, prostitute."
"MOM!" I gasped.
"Oh come on, you know I've never been a fan of long hair. Well, on you at least. You look more like a woman now. I'm sure Jon will think the same."
She needed to know.
"Mom, I need to tell you something."
There was that look. The look of disappointment from her. "What?"
"Jon and I ... decided to remain friends." I started, not taking my eyes off the table. "I still love him, and he loves me, but, we thought we were better off as friends. It's complicated, but we through it might ruin our friendship. It's not what we wanted. At least not right now."
"Aw, I'm sorry sweetie. Maybe one day you'll get it right with him. Just as long as you don't take that Brent boy back. He literally sucked the life out of you."
I shifted in my seat, slowly sliding my engagement ring off my finger from underneath the table and stuffing it into my hoodie pocket. Taylor, Duncan and I all shot each other looks. They clearly both knew what was really going on. I was constantly screaming in my head, hoping they didn't say anything. Just one little thing could send my mom off the edge.
We engaged in a conversation about my final 3 weeks of school. It caused my heart to drop. I left in two days to go home to finish school. Three weeks without Brent. I don't know if I could survive. His every word was like a shooting star to me. Something that kept me alive in my darkest hours.
"So, you're still going to move to Chicago after graduation?" My dad asked.
"Yeah, that's the plan."
"Where are you going to be staying?"
"Well, I'm going to be living with Bren --" Fuck.
My face flushed, but big brother came to rescue. "Actually, mom. Ally is gunna stay with us until Gina and Christina come down here in the summer. Did you know they were moving down here after they graduate in June?"
"No, I had no idea. That's good. You'll have you friends down here." She said. I don't think it was really what she wanted to hear. She only wanted me with Jon. No one else.
My dad was more understanding. He pulled me into a side hug. "Well good. It's nice to know you have a bright future. When do you start working for the team?"
"March." I beam. I couldn't believe I was going to work for the team. Brent and I would be together all the time. Part of me thought that wasn't a good idea. Part of me believed it was the the right thing. Neither of us couldn't stand to be away from each other. I can't keep this a secret much longer. It was killing me.
Once my mom knows the truth. I know I'm screwed. For the rest of my life.