I sat at the kitchen island, patiently waiting for mom to come home. She would be back any minute from work, as she always returned home at seven on the dot. If she was even a second late, I would tend to instantly panic and believe she was dead, even though I knew it wasn't likely that that was the case. My mind played the game of paranoia far too often with me, and despite knowing it was paranoia, there was still the deep fear of "What if?" lodged in the back of my mind.
Of course, that day she was late, but only because she was picking up dinner for us both. On the rare schooldays I didn't have to work, she always tended to pick up food if she knew about my schedule ahead of time. I wasn't sure if she assumed I'd prefer take out or if she was too lazy to cook, but I could never complain over Qdoba for dinner.
"What are you doing in here? Waiting for me?" she asked as she flipped her long brunette hair over her shoulder. "I'm just that special, now aren't I?"
"Of course, mom. Sit down, please?" I asked.
"Everything alright? You're shaking."
"Just...Sky's having a game night on Friday after work-"
"You can go. You know I prefer you to not stay cooped up in the house. Go outside and quit being lame. You're in bed by eleven every night," she stated.
"I'm being responsible. I can either be in bed by eleven or out selling drugs to people on the streets," I defended.
"Because sleeping and selling drugs are your only two options," she quipped. "Seriously, go out with your boyfriend," she teased while poking at my side. She knew I was ticklish there, something Sky would hopefully never find out. I would confess to anything in a matter of seconds if someone began to tickle my sides.
"Yeah, well, the thing is...that...well-"
"Spit it out."
"He wants you to come as well," I slowly said.
Without missing a beat, she said, "It's because he likes me more than you," and then winked.
I rolled my eyes at that one.
"Look, Mary and I are going out that night, but if things change, then I will happily go with you. I'd love to meet Sky's parents. He's such a good boy. I need to see where I went wrong," she responded.
"Woah," I laughed. "You are horrible."
"What are you talking about? I'm an angel," she smirked.
"Spencer, you made it!" Sky chirped as he opened the door.
"Yeah..." I slowly said, "I told you I would."
"Still, a part of me was worried you wouldn't show up," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.
Slowly creeping up to him, I leaned up to kiss his lips softly. Things still felt the same as they did before, but I was used to it. Kissing him was only electric when we were in the bedroom making out. The moment feelings got involved, I didn't feel a thing. No heart flutters. No sweaty palms. Maybe that was the same for him, but a small part of me doubted it.
"I wanted to come," I whispered as I pulled away. "I wouldn't want to miss the first ever game night."
"This is our ninety-second," he smiled giddily.
"Of course, it is," I sighed, slumping my shoulders during the process.
"Ah, cheer up," he encouraged. "Better late than never, right? It's not even like we keep score or anything. You're not automatically going to be at the bottom of the barrel or anything. Clean slate. You'll fit right in."
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Chasing ZeroGeneral Fiction
Life is full of positive and negative numbers. Everyone in a negative is striving for a positive number, and those in the positives fight hard to stay up there. Sometimes it prompts them to fall down into the negatives. But there is one number every...