My Rockstar

*3 Weeks Later*

*3 Weeks Later*

So for these past few weeks not many things happened. Josh still brought me to school and back home everyday. I also met another one of his friends whose name was Andrew. He was as awesome as all the other guys.

And as the weeks passed on, I began to think of all of them as my brothers. But every time I tried to think of Josh as a brother, it just felt....wrong. I guess you could say I was confused about my feelings for him.

Either way, things at school had also been pretty good. No bullys or anything of that sort. But knowing me and my bad luck, I couldn't help but think that something bad was going to happen soon.

Today was a Friday. It was October and the weather was getting chillier but I didn't mind. Josh couldn't bring me home from school today because he had to go run some errands but I understood. A nice walk home never hurt anyone, and it felt good to stretch my legs. As I was walking, I couldn't help but let my mind wander. I wondered what Josh had to do today? Did he have a doctors appointment? Was he sick? He looked fine to me, but you never really know. Some people hide their sicknesses well.

After walking a ways I was finally home. It wasn't a long walk, but the cold weather was a whole different story. As I was taking my coat off I called for Chesh. I heard a meow, and saw him bounding towards me. I laughed, he was such a goofball.

"Hey hunny, did you miss me?" I asked him while picking him up.

He looked at me and meowed. I laughed, he always makes me smile.

After going in the kitchen and getting Chesh a treat, I walked upstairs to my room with him trailing not too far behind me. He always has to be around me, I don't know how he survives when I'm at school. Thinking of that, I started to remember when I first got him.

It had been a month since my mom died, and all I could do was sit and look out the window. I couldn't even listen to music without bursting into tears. I avoided phone calls, television, and cooking. It was too much to handle, so I tried to stay inside and avoid the world. I heard a knock on my door and turned around to see my dad peeking his head in. He looked around at my now trashed room, and then at me. His eyes looked so sad. It was heartbreaking.

"Honey, would you like to go to the shops with me today? Maybe you could get a new outfit or a new camera, whatever you want. Just please come out of the room," he pleaded. I hated to see him this way. But what could I do? I was slowly but surely falling into a depression since my mother died. We used to do everything together since my dad was always so busy working. Even though after she died he had taken a couple weeks off to cope with his loss...it wasn't the same. And now that she was gone, I was so alone.

But looking at my dad, I couldn't just say no. I mean, he did lose a wife. I'm sure he didn't want to lose a daughter to depression. And he was always despertaly trying to get me out of my room. One look at his concerened face let me know that he'd do anything to get me to go with him. So I told him I'd go. His answering smile was as dazzling as it used to be whenever he was around mom. They loved each other so much. They were the "Happily Ever After" you always hear about in stories. They were both so beautiful it hurt my heart sometimes.

"Okay well, I'll be downstairs when you're ready," he told me and then he left.

I sighed. I kinda didn't want to go, but for my dad's sake I knew I had to. I hated putting on a front for people, but I think my dad desereved to see me happy. Even if it was fake.

I quickly got dressed. And headed downstairs to where my dad was waiting.

We got in the car and I stared out the window. My dad knew better than to put on music, so we were stuck listening to some crappy talk show. It was better than silence I guess. As we arrived to the shops, I realized something-