Is This Love Real?

Part 3

*Andrew's POV*

"Guess what?" My friend, Mikey asked me. "What?" I retorted. "School starts tomorrow," he laughs. I had to keep from strangling him. He thinks this is funny.

"Thanks for ruining my good mood," I mutter. He just gives me a huge smile and looks at Nate, who's shooting a basket. It hits the side of the hoop and bounces off. "Fail, dude," Mikey groans. Nate it horrible at basket ball. He keeps trying, though.

"Dude, like you could do any better," Nate shouts. "Want a bet?" Mikey challenges. "Bring it on!" Nate grins, making a motion with his hands. I just sighed and laughed as they both tried frantically to make baskets.

"You two can't play basketball to save your life," I chuckled. They turned and glared at me. "Fine. Lets see you try," they shrugged. I saw a smirk come across Nate's face. I just laughed and grabbed the ball. "Let me show you how it's done."

I stood as far away from the hoop as I could. I positioned the basketball and threw with all my might. It hit the backboard and went straight into the hoop. "What did I tell you?" I ask, pleased with my accomplishment.

They just stood there, their mouths hanging open in shock. "I know," I winked. They just shook their heads and glared at me. "Dude, it's 9:30," Nate groans.

I just put my head in my hands. "You two have to go now. School tomorrow. How fun," I say sarcastically.

Nate nods. "See you." I just wave and he starts off down the road to his house. "Later." Mikey spits, bouncing the ball towards me. I take it and set it down in my garage.

"Oh, good, Andrew, you're in here. You need to get your stuff ready. Come along," my mom frets. I grunt and follow her to my room.

"I picked out what you are wearing. Now, you have to-" I cut her off. "Mom, I'm in 9th grade now. It's no big deal. I'm not a baby. I've got this," I tell her. She nods.

"I know. I just hate seeing you grow up." She sighs, tears forming in her eyes. I can't help but feel slightly guilty. "It's okay, mom. I still have years ahead of me," I remind her.

She nods and wipes the tears from her eyes. "I know. I just love you," she grins. She kisses my forehead. "I love you too," I say softly.

She walks out of my room and barrels down the steps. I grab my backpack and throw it next to my clothes. It's actually not a bad outfit.

I slowly take my shirt off and just decide to sleep in my basketball shorts. I brush my teeth and climb into my red and blue colored bed.

I played on my phone a bit before feeling very tired. I decided I'd go to bed, even though I didn't want to. I don't want school to come any faster.

I reached over and clicked my lamp off. I sighed as the darkness flooded my room. 'Don't be nervous' I told myself over and over again, although the feeling kept coming back to me.

I closed my eyes and almost immediately fell asleep.