John

In the car my mom was furious. The first words she said were, "You look like a s**t in those shorts... did you kiss him?" Wow... this sure made me feel bad about my self. I wasn't going to tell her the truth. I had to lie. "No." I said quietly. "Don't lie to me. She replied quickly. "I'm not mom. What do you think I am, a hoe or something?' I said back to her, about to cry. The rest of the way home was quiet. The car was filled with tension. I could tell she was mad, furious at what I had done. But inside, I was happy.  I had an amazing day. I don't care what she thought of me I wasn't going to let her ruin my day. When we pulled in our drive way I jumped out of the car, through the front door, and upstairs to my room. The first thing I did was text him. Trying to keep my mind off mom.
Me- Hey(:
Alex- Hey. You're not in trouble?
Me- Haha No. Even if I was I'd jut walk out of the house again.
Alex- Oh haha. You shouldn't get in trouble. I  want to be able to see you without your mom being mad and hating me.
Me- Okay. I'm sorry. I'll try to not get in trouble.
Alex- It's okay. And thank you(:
Me- No problem(: When do I get to see you again?
Alex- Next Saturday?
Me- Okay! :D
Alex- Haha
Me- Can't wait to  see you again(:
Alex- Same(:
Me- Well, I gotta go to bed.
Alex- Okay. Night(:
It was the cutest thing ever. How he wanted to be on m mom's good side, wanted me to stay out of trouble. The feelings he gave me were just amazing. I couldn't wait to see him again. Be in his arms.

The next week was the longest week of all. It just dragged because of my anxiety to see him. The only thing awkward was that I had talked to John. Yes, the one I hated. He told me that he saw me walking down his street and wanted to know why. I explained how it was none of his business, that I was there to see a friend. After a few minutes of arguing he figured out I was there to see Alex. He knew this because after I left, Alex went to the park and met up with John, telling him everything. Even worse? Alex and John were best friends. I hoped and prayed that John would mind his own business and leave me alone. He didn't really seem to even care much anyways. But even though John knew, the week went on, slowly, but surely. And eventually it was the weekend again.