Authors Note: Guys, here's a new story I'm working on. I know I usually start stories after I finish another one, but right now, I have the worlds worst case of Writers Block. So, I have decided to give you guys another story in the mean time. Don't worry, Drive Me Crazy is still my Number one Baby at the moment, but it's just hard to write the emotions for me right now. When I was going through my rough patch, it was easy to type them up, because that's exactly what I was feeling at the time, but now I'm kind of Happy, and my emotions don't mesh with the story. So just give me a little time to figure them out, but it will be updated sometime this week. Also, I have a special Surprise for you guys. The other reason I've been really busy lately, is because I'm currently working on the First Chapter, for the Sequel of FIRST LOVE. So to all who love that story, like Squeedate (HINT, HINT), be prepared ;D But this story, is going to be helping me out with my writers block, I'm currently working on Chapter 2 right now, so let me know what you guys think if you want me to continue or not? REVIEW & ENJOY :D

Chapter 1: Maximillion

I stare out of the kitchen window, watching as my my Mom chases Max around the backyard. I let out a soft chuckle when I see him hide behind the big oak tree, my mom walking towards him, ready to find him in their small game of hide and seek.

"He's getting big Sara."

I hear my dads low voice, I turn my head to the side, seeing him standing right next to me, a glass of orange juice to his lips while he looks out the window. I smile and turn my attention back to Max and my Mom, watching as she lays on her back, while he sits on her stomach.

"Yea, he really is."

I mumble to myself. I take in a deep breath and feel my dad place his arm across my shoulder, something he normally did, on a daily basis. I lean my head onto his chest and feel my eyes grow heavy, making me yawn.

"Tired?"

My Dad asks. I nod and pull away from him, walking over to the fridge and opening the door.

"Yea, I was up all night doing homework."

I grab the orange juice and set it on the counter, grabbing a cup from the dish rack and pouring myself some juice.

"Did Max wake up?"

I put the Juice back in the fridge and close the door, taking my glass and bringing it to my lips. I take a small sip and turn around, leaning against the counter. Memories of last night flash through my mind, scrubbing down the big wet stain on my mattress, flipping it over to the other side, again.

"Yea, he peed on the bed again."

I say, setting my cup down on the counter. My dad sighs and shakes his head, pulling out a chair and sitting down at the kitchen table.

"His bed, or your bed?"

I look down to the floor and sigh, knowing very well what he's going to say next.

"My bed, Dad."

He lets out another sigh and I look back at him, he's drinking his juice. He finishes his juice and stands up, walking to the sink and turning on the water.

"How do you expect him to get use to his new bed, when you insist on letting him sleep with you, Sara?"

He says, turning around and leaning against the sink next to me. I look out the window and shrug, my lips automatically curling as I see my Mom and Max.

"I can't help it dad, I'm too used to him sleeping next to me."

I tell him honestly. After sleeping with someone next to your for so long, you become used to the feeling of having them around, that it's hard to sleep right when they're not. My Dad turns to me and slightly nods his head, a small smile forming on his face as he looks back out the window.

"Yea, I know what you mean . . . you slept in our bed until you were 10."

He says, letting out a soft chuckle. I smile and look at Max, seeing his small chubby cheeks curl as my mom makes a funny face at him. It seems like only yesterday I was in the hospital room, laying on the bed, with him wrapped up in my arms, watching him while he slept. Now, my son is turning 3 next month . . . how time flew by.

I look down at my feet and feel my eyes start to water. When I would see Andrew walking around the campus of our High school admiring his perfectly chiseled face, gawking over his ocean blue eyes . . . I never thought that I would have a chance with him. Not only was he the Captain of our Football team, but he was a junior, and I was only a 14 year old freshman. Sometimes he would catch me staring at him and he would smile, or send a little wink, but that was all. After 5 months of nervous smiles and looking away when he caught me staring, one day he just came up to me at lunch and started talking to me. 4 days later, he asked me out on my first date. Let me tell you, looking back on that date now, I never would have thought I would be standing here, in the position I'm in right now. He was charming, he swept me off my feet, just like in Movies, but I was 14, I didn't know any better. I didn't know that he was using me, I didn't know that he would be the one to take my virginity, but I thought that since he said he loved me, made love to me . . . that he would be the one to never leave me, when I told him I was pregnant. But he did.

"You alright Hunny?"

I take in a deep breath and look up at my Dad, feeling the small tears roll down my cheeks. He looks at me and sighs, opening up his arms to me. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his back, burying my face into his Dressy Blue Button Up, smelling the spray-on starch my mother uses to make it crisp.

"I just . . . sometimes I wanna give up Dad."

It was true. Sometimes, I just wanted to run away and hide away from everyone, my life wasn't simple anymore. I had to leave my high school and get home schooled, the people who I once called my friends, dropped me because they didn't want to be friends with the pregnant girl, Andrew moved to a new city, and I was alone, a child raising a child.

"I know Hunny . . . I know."

He squeezes his arms around me tighter and pulls away. I open my eyes and look at him, through the water, I can see his small weak smile, and his scruffy beard. I blink and my vision clears, he brings his hands up to my face and wipes away the tears with his thumbs.

"But never . . . ever, give up on Max."

He says low. I turn my head to the side and look back out the window, watching my son, lay down on my Moms chest, under the shady tree, both of their eyes closed, Max's thumb in his mouth. That's one thing I wouldn't do, most people think that he's the reason why I wanna give up, but he's far from it. He's the reason I'm sane at the moments I want to run away, I love him too much to give up.

"I know Dad, I won't."

I look back at him and he smiles at me, leaning down and placing a kiss on my forehead I smile and he turns around walking towards the doorway of the kitchen, stopping in front of the Mail Rack and grabbing a stack of mail, all Bills that needed to be paid.

"Do you wanna take the car to school, or do you want me to take you?"

He asks, walking to the table and tossing down the pile of mail in the center. I start to smile and he looks up, lightly chuckling, he already knows. He fishes into his pocket and pulls out the Keys to the KIA Sorento, holding them up in the air, ready to explain the already too familiar rules.

"No texting while driving, No phone calls, nothing. Keep your eyes on the road, and be careful, okay?"

I nod my head and he smiles, tossing the keys my way. I hold out my hand and catch them, putting them into my front pocket.

"Are you excited?"

He asks, sitting down on the chair again and grabbing the first envelope from the stack. I smile and nod my head. Today, was my last day of being home schooled not only was it the end of the Second Semester, but I was on track with all of my Credits to go back to my old school. All I have to do is attend Summer School this Break and I'll be graduating right on time next year.

"Yea I am."

I say low. My dad looks up from the paper and smiles at me wide, his small reading glasses at the end of his nose.

"That's good Hunny . . . we're so proud of you."

I smile and he nods, looking back down to his paper. I love when my parents tell me that they're proud of me, it makes me feel accomplished, like I'm on the right road to 'Making it'. I feel my phone start to vibrate in my front pocket, the familiar tune telling me it was time to leave already. I reach into my pocket and pull it out, silencing the alarm. I push my body off the counter and walk over to my dad, leaning down and kissing his cheek.

"Alright, I'll see you later Dad."

He turns his head to the side and kisses my cheek.

"Love you too Hun, see you after school, BE CAREFUL."

He says sternly. I nod and walk over to the back door, leading to our backyard. I bend down and grab my Bag, hauling the one strap across my chest, letting the bag hit my thigh. I push open the screen door and step outside, feeling the warm spring breeze rush passed me. I smile and look at my Mom and Max, she always said that he was her best friend I let go of the screen door, and make my way over to them. I stop a couple of inches away from them and smile, they were two peas in a pod, She's crazy about him. I kneel down next to them, feeling the soft grass tickle my bare knees. I place my hand on my moms shoulder and lightly rub it up and down, trying to wake her up gently. She slowly opens her eyes and turns to me, a small smile on her face.

"Hey, Sweety."

She says low, trying not to wake up Max. I smile and look down at him, his cute white shirt, with his denim overall shorts, and his brown little sandals. I look back at my mom and lean down, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"I gotta go, I'll be back after school."

She nods and I lean down to Max, placing a small gently kiss on the top of his brown locks, lingering for a while.

"I love you Maximillion."

I lift my head up and my Mom smiles, she loves my nicknames for him.

"Alright, be careful, and don't forget to pick up your Summer School Schedule."

I nod and stand up, looking down at Max. I hate leaving him, even if it's only for a couple of hours, but I have to, for us.

"Love you guys, bye."

I tell her one last time, she smiles and nods her head, lightly starting to pat Max on the butt. I smile and turn around, walking towards the Wooden gate that leads to the Drive-way. I push it open and make my way to the drivers side, unlocking the car door and climbing in. I start the car up, taking the time to adjust my mirrors and seat. I put on my seat belt and put the car in reverse, backing out of the drive-way.

I get onto the main street, and reach for the radio, turning up the volume on the staticky station. I change the channels for a bit, before finally settling on a CD I burned a couple of weeks ago. I press the Audio button and the First Track starts to play, making my happy mood, slowly drop. Most of the songs on the CD remind me of Andrew. Even though he was a Jock, he loved Indie Music with a passion, he said it meant more to him than any other Genre.

I pull up into the parking lot of my School, driving towards the visitors section. I pull up to it, and park in the first spot there is. I turn the car off and grab my backpack, tossing the keys inside, and pulling out my cell phone. I don't know why I even have one, no one calls me or texts me. Still, I silence the ringer and toss it back in, opening the door and climbing out of the car. I make my way across the parking lot, smiling at the teachers who pass me by, walking to their cars for lunch. The one thing I loved about Homeschooling though, was that I only went in on Thursdays at 10 o'clock am.

I walk up to the double doors and swing one open, walking inside the cold Building. I fold my arms across my chest and walk over to the Main Office. I pull back the big wooden door and smile as soon as I see Rose and Linda, the two Assistants in the Front Office, also . . . my Best Friends. When I first came here, I was only 2 months Pregnant, and the morning Sickness didn't leave Until I hit 3 Months. One day, My Teacher at the time, Ms. Colberg brought some of her Home Made food. When she took off the lid, the smell just hit me and I got up and ran to the bathroom. After I finished throwing up, I walked out of the stall, seeing Rose and Linda, both staring at me. I didn't tell anyone at that school why I was getting home schooled, I just stayed out of the spotlights, I didn't need any more rumors going around. But Rose and Linda took me to the nurses office and I had no choice but to tell them the truth. Ever since then, they have been my Best Friends, sometimes I like to bring Max with me during the week just to say Hi to them, and just like my Mom, they're crazy about him.

"Hi Rose, Hi Linda."

I walk over to the front counter and they both smile, getting up from their separate desks and walking over to me.

"Sara, darling you look tired."

Rose says, leaning on the desk, a sympathetic look plastered on her face. I sigh and nod, putting my arms on the marble surface and resting my chin down on them.

"Yea, I am. I stayed up all night doing my last packet, then . . . Max peed on the bed, so I had to clean it up, flip the mattress over and put him back to sleep."

I tell them. Linda puts her hand in my hair and lightly tugs on my Loose Ponytail, something she loved to do to cheer me up. I smile and she pats my head.

"I went to Tommy's Donut Shop this morning."

She starts to smirk and I smile wide. She turns around and walks back to her desk, bending down and picking up something from the floor. She stands back up, a large box in her hand, the familiar printing, making my stomach growl. She walks back over to the counter and sets them down in front of me, opening the lid. I gaze at all the Donuts, my mouth starting to water at the sweet Taste of a Tommy's Donut.

"You don't have to pick, it's a gift."

Linda says. I lift my head up and look at her, slightly confused.

"More like a Going Away present . . . since you're going back to your old school."

Rose says, making my heart lightly fall. They were sad to see me leave, and I didn't realize how much they meant to me, until now. I look between the both of them and sigh, shaking my head lightly. They were so good to me, helping me out when I needed rides, they came to Max's 1st and 2nd Birthday Party, they always listened to me when I would talk for hours about giving up, but they were always there to pick me back up . . . they are my second Family.

"I'm still going to come and visit you guys . . . I promise."

I open my arms and at the same time, we all lean over the counter. I wrap my arms around both of them and rest my head between the both of theirs.

"And you still have to come to Max's Party next Month, don't think I'm not inviting you."

I tell them. They rub their hands up and down my back, and I slowly pull away, taking my arms with me. They stand next to each other and nod, small weak smiles on their faces.

"I'm going to bring you the Invitations tomorrow, my Dads picking them up today, okay?"

Rose and Linda both smile and I smile back at them. I look back down at the box and turn it around , smirking at them.

"Take some."

I tell them. Linda smiles wide and reaches in, grabbing her favorite, the glazed Donut. Rose reaches in and pulls out her favorite too, Coconut shreds. I smile and Rose pushes down the Box cover, pushing it over to me.

"Thanks you guys . . . for everything."

I tell them. They both have done so much for me, words can't describe how much they mean to me. At first my Mom thought it was weird that I hang out with 2 Ladies, over the age of 50, but when they met each other, my mom understood why I did.

"Save the Goodbyes for tomorrow, kiddo."

Rose chuckles lightly. I nod and pick up the box, holding it close to me. I smile at them and they both smile at me. I turn around and walk back to the wooden door, kicking it open with my foot and walking back into the hall. I keep my head down and stare at the Box as I walk, knowing this school like the back of my hand already. I get to my classroom door and hold onto the Box with one hand, and open the door with the other. I step inside the empty class, only my Teacher inside, sitting in his corner desk, reading a book. He lifts his head up from his book and smiles, placing the book face down on the desk.

"Sara."

I smile and walk inside, hearing the door close slowly behind me. I make my way to his desk, and pull out the chair, sitting down in front of him. I set the box of Donuts down on the desk and turn them around, opening up the Lid, gesturing for him to take one. He smiles and reaches in, pulling out a twisted glazed Donut. I close the lid and look back at him, seeing him smile at me, his mouth filled with the Donut.

"Hey Mr. A."

I tell him. He smiles and swallows the chunks in his mouth.

"Good Morning Sara . . . do you have my packet?"

He asks. I nod and reach down, grabbing my bag and placing it on my lap. I unzip it and pull out my folder, setting it down on the Box and tossing my backpack down again. I open my folder and go straight to the stapled packet in the holder. I take it out and close my Folder, handing him the 15 assignments that took me all night to complete. This week, I had to take extra care of Max, since he was sick, so I didn't have time to do my Homework, until last night.

"Good Job . . . this is your last packet?"

He says, looking through the papers, making sure I finished each one. I nod and look down, smiling to myself. I loved it here, but it was time I left. My parents loved having me home, but they were starting to get worried about my lack of Social Contact. I never go out, I always make excuses not to go out when my cousins ask me to come over, and my two Best Friends are 50 year old women, In my mothers words , It wasn't healthy.

"Well . . . I'm glad that you did it Sara, I really am."

He says. I look back up at him, watching him write down my credits on the small pink slip. He signs his signature and looks up at me, holding out the small pink slip.

"And I'm proud of you, because you didn't give up."

He says softly. I smile at him and grab the slip, looking over my credits, I finally had enough to be considered a Junior, I did it.

"Thanks Mr. A ."

I tell him. He nods and sits back in his chair, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

He asks. I look at him confused and he starts to smile wide, shaking his head to the side.

"Go on, Enjoy your summer . . . you're done here."

He says. I laugh and grab my folder from the box, picking my backpack up and shoving it inside. I stand up and reach down, picking up my box of Tommy's Donuts.

"Good luck, Sara."

He says. I nod and take in a deep breath, turning around and walking across the room towards the door. I nudge it open with my shoulder and turn my head back to him, seeing him watch me leave. I smile, one last time, and he nods, already knowing what I'm thinking. I turn back around and walk out of the classroom.

I hold the box with one hand and reach inside my bag, feeling around for the keys. After a minute of searching, I finally feel them and pull them out. I unlock the door and open it, climbing inside and setting the Donuts down on the passengers side. I close my door and sit back in my seat, a small smile forming across my lips . . . my life was going to start again. I chuckle to myself and face forward, starting the car and putting it in reverse.

I pull into the empty parking lot of my Old School and park in the first space I find. I shut the car off and look around, only a couple of cars parked in scattered spaces. Their Vacation started yesterday, a day Early. The good thing about that, was that I didn't have to worry about running into anyone that I once knew. I open my door and climb out of the car, leaving my bag inside. I keep the keys in my hand and make my way across the nearly empty lot.

I grab both of the handles to the two big wooden doors and pull them back, a wave of cold air hitting my skin. I look into the building and my lips start to curl, it still looks the same. I walk inside and let go of the door, hearing the loud echoes of them slamming against the metal frames, that sound was enough to bring out the memories. My friends and I, meeting in this hallway before school, then meeting up here after school to walk home together . . . god that was so long ago. I make my way down the hall and look at the walls, posters from 'Spirit Week' still up. I sigh and keep walking down the hall until I get to the big double doors that lead to the Quad. I push them open and smile, all the memories just hitting me. I used to hang out right in the center of the Quad, with Andrew and the football players.

I keep walking straight and stop at the top of the staircase, looking out to the large football field, groomed to it's finest, the white chalk lines looking freshly planted. I make my way down the stairs and stop in front of the 100 building, where my Counselors Office is located. As I walk, I look down at the P.E area, smiling as more memories come into mind. I turn the corner and look at the Baseball field, it's was kept just like the Football field, well groomed and fresh chalk. I turn my head to the side and look at the soccer field, not many people played soccer here, just enough to fill the team, but it was still kept well. Suddenly, I see something start to move in the corner of my eye. I look down to the Visitors parking lot, only reserved for the Field keepers and coaches, and spot a Black Shiny Honda Accord , pulling up into the lot. I keep walking and watch as they park right in front of the Closed P.E gate.

"Must be a Field Keeper."

I mumble to myself, and turn back around, seeing the familiar blue wooden door. I smile and make my way to it. I stop in front of the door and bring my hand up, gently knocking on the thick wood. After a couple of seconds, I hear the sound of the P.E gate slowly creaking open. I start to slowly walk backwards towards the railing , but stop once I hear the squeaky Metal hinges rub together.

"Sara?"

I look at Ms. Moreno and she starts to smile, making me smile too. She was my Old Counselor, she tried her hardest to convince me to stay, but I couldn't. And when the rumor got around as to why I really left, she called me into her office and said she understood completely why I needed to leave, and if I ever needed her, she would be here. I haven't seen her since that day, but she still looks the same.

"Hi, Ms. Moreno."

She smiles wide and pushes the door open, standing to the side.

"Come on in."

She says. I walk inside and move past her, looking around the unfamiliar room. When I was here, her office was white with just a big wooden desk,but she finally put some color into it. The walls are a light gray color. with white molding, her desk is Black, and her old Windows Computer, has been replaced with a MAC.

"Have a seat, I'll print up your schedule for you."

Ms. Moreno says. I nod and walk over to the chair in front of her desk, sitting down and shoving my keys into my shorts pocket. Ms. Moreno walks around the desk and sits down in her chair, looking directly at me with a smile on her face.

"Wow . . . you've gotten so big."

She says. I smile and nod, knowing exactly why I've gotten so big. I'm a young woman now, and I had a baby, which made me develop a woman's body, sooner than I was supposed to.

"Yea . . . I have."

She smiles and turns to her computer, bringing her fingers to the Key Board and typing away. I watch as her eyes roam the screen, her hand working the mouse against her desk. I was a little nervous when I found out Ms. Moreno was still going to be my counselor. When I left the school, she wasn't exactly mad, mostly disappointed. I was one of the few Honor Students in my SLC, she loved to call me in during classes, just to brag what the teachers said about me. But now that I'm back, I can't help but feel slightly ashamed . . . what if she thought different of me now? Maybe she thinks I'm a failure . . .

"So . . . how's your baby?"

She asks, not taking her eyes off the screen. I smile and look down to my fingers, fiddling away with my thumbs.

"He's doing fine."

I tell her. She turns to me with a wide smile and sighs.

"You had a boy?"

She asks nicely. I nod and she turns back to her computer screen, typing away at the Key Board again.

"What's his name?"

She asks.

"Max Clement."

She looks at me and stops typing for a second.

"He doesn't have Andrews last name?"

She asks me hesitantly, probably afraid of my answer. I have been asked this question so many times from my family members, especially when they came to visit me in the hospital. While I was pregnant, my Mom asked me if I was going to give him Andrews last name, since he's his father, and of course I said yes. I felt that Max deserved at least something from his Dad, even if it was just his last name. But that all changed the day I went into labor, I laid in the hospital bed just staring at the ceiling, squeezing the bed rails whenever a contraction hit. That's when I actually realized, that I was alone. Andrew wasn't there to hold my hand, he wasn't there to watch Max come into the world, he left me, he left us. So when the woman came in and asked me what my sons name was going to be, I looked up to my dad, who was standing right by my side, holding Max in his arms. My Dad was going to be there for him, he was going to play the role of Daddy, because he out most people, knew what it was like to grow up without a Father . . . and My Dad said he would never let my son live with that kind of pain. That's when I decided to give my son my Dads last name, because they both deserved that Honor.

"He didn't deserve that."

I say simply, That was my answer every time someone asked me that question. It stated the truth, but hid the explanation that would take minutes to explain, and that was something I didn't have the strength to do anymore. She nods a little and turns back to her computer, clicking on the mouse. I hear the Printer start up and she leans back in her chair, looking under her desk.

"What about your parents, are they okay?"

"Yea, they're fine."

She nods and reaches down under the desk, pulling up a piece of paper and looking it over. She sets it down on the desk and grabs a highlighter, marking certain spots on the paper. She closes up the marker and sets it down on the desk, lifting her head up and smiling at me.

"Alright, here you go."

She holds out the paper, I reach out and grab it, sitting back in my chair and looking at the paper. My first class was at 9:15, and the other was a 11:30. I look at the teachers and smile as the two familiar names process in my mind.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

She asks. I nod and set the paper down on my lap, looking up at her.

"Are we allowed to park in the Teachers parking?"

I ask her. She shakes her head and leans against her desk.

"No, we're letting students park in the P.E area, our Parking lot is going under minor construction due to a Tree root lifting the cement, so just park in the P.E area."

I nod and she smiles.

"Alright, I guess I'll see you on Monday."

She says, standing up. I stand up and nod my head, a small smile on my lips.

"See you Monday Ms. Moreno."

She nods and I turn around, walking towards her office door. I grab the handle and pull it back, taking one step out of the room, when I hear Ms. Moreno's voice again.

"Sara?"

I turn my head around and lean against the door frame.

"Yes, Ms. Moreno?"

She walks around the desk and stops in front of me, holding the door open.

"If you need to work out a different schedule . . . that's not a problem."

She says nicely. I smile at her and shake my head, holding the paper close to my thighs.

"It's fine."

She nods and I turn around, walking out of room and into the fresh air. I start walking down the open hall again and bring my paper back up to my face, overlooking my schedule again. I'm kind of happy that I have two teachers that I know really well. Mr. Green was pretty nice, he was a Science teacher. I didn't have him as my teacher when I came here, but he substituted a couple of times for my Science teacher at the time, so I knew him pretty well. Mr. Lopez on the other hand was awesome. Have you ever had one of those teachers who's just a sarcastic asshole, but super nice about it? I know it doesn't make sense, but that's what he is. I had him for Geometry my freshman year, and he helped me a lot with it,and just like Ms. Moreno, he was disappointed when I left.

I start to trail my eyes down to the credits section of the paper when suddenly, I hear a loud-echoed grunt. I lift my head up and look forward nothing but the closed doors and fresh air in front of me. I shrug it off and start to look down at my paper, when I hear it again. I stop in the middle of the open hall and look forward again, nothing. I turn my head around and look behind me, seeing the same thing as the front of me. What the hell?

I turn my head towards the baseball field, scimming across the neatly groomed diamond, no one was there.

"FUUUCCKKK!"

I hear someone shout. My eyes grow wide and I turn towards the Soccer Field, where I heard it coming from. I look around the field and spot someone, laying down on the grass, wearing a red t-shirt, black shorts and a pair of black high knee socks. I look around the field a little more, spotting red, black and white soccer balls scattered across the field, mostly in front of the Goalie Net.

Suddenly, I see the person start to sit up, shaking their head lightly. I feel a sudden curiosity and walk towards the concrete rails, leaning against them and watching this person just sit there. After a minute, they start to stand up, letting me see their full body, without them knowing. I look up the their long legs, noticing the slight curves in them. The person shifts a little and the glare from the sun shines off the sweat covering their thighs. I continue to move my eyes up, also noticing how small the shorts are.

"That can't be a guy."

I mumble to myself, continuing my journey up the red shirt and stopping once they land on their faint blurry face. I move my eyes up to their hair and chuckle to myself, slightly embarrassed. The small pony-tail and bangs proved to me, that it wasn't a guy, it was totally a girl. I shake my head and she shifts again, another glare shining right into my eyes. I turn away for a quick second and look back at her, seeing the glare shine off of her arms now, her sleeves rolled up to her shoulders. My eyes start to stare at them as they rise and hook behind her neck. She turns her body around, towards the sun, and another bright glare hits my eyes, shining off of her face.

"Do you sweat everywhere?"

I whisper to myself, keeping my eyes on her. She suddenly, stops walking and drops her hands down to her sides, throwing her head back, exposing her long neck. She brings both of her hands up to the hem of her shirt and lifts it up, the brightest glare, so far, shining right off of her skin. My eyes lock on her chiseled muscular stomach, the faint outline of a six pack showing. My eyes start to linger on her flesh as she wipes the sweat off her face with her shirt.

"Excuse me, Little Girl?"

I whip my head around, afraid someone caught me staring and look at the guy, standing at the corner of the hall. He takes a step towards me and I push my body off the rails, not once taking my eyes off the strange man.

"No one is allowed in the school buildings, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

He says, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. I turn my head back around and look at the field, trying to get one last look at the girl before I leave. After a couple of seconds, I spot her, walking towards the Goalie Net, picking up a red and white ball.

"Little girl?"

I roll my eyes and let out a quick breath, turning my head back around and looking at him.

"You have to leave."

I shake my head and start to walk towards him.

"Don't call me little girl . . . it's rather rude of you to."

I brush passed him and keep walking down the hall. I hate when people call me that, thinking I'm a little girl, when in reality, I'm not. I had to grow up faster than most teens, and in a way, I'm glad I did. The day after Max was born, the nurses wouldn't let me hold him or change him, they said that I was too young to know what to do. Later on that day, my mom came to the hospital and found my crying in my bed, all I wanted to do was be a mother to him. I told her that they wouldn't let me feed him, change him or hold him, and she exploded. She ran out of my room yelling at the nurses, going off on the doctors and after 20 minutes, she finally walked back in, Max bundled up in her arms. She handed him to me and looked me dead in the eye, telling me I couldn't be afraid to speak anymore, especially when it came to my kid.

I feel my phone start to vibrate in my front pocket. I reach down and pull it out, checking the Caller ID on my phone, it was My Cousin Brit. I take in a deep breath and press the answer button, placing my phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Sara, how come you don't answer my texts?"

I get to the stairs and slowly climb up them, making sure not to speed up my breathing.

"Oh . . I haven't checked them, sorry."

I say honestly. Since people don't text me anymore or call me, I usually leave my ringer off.

"Mm, well I was wondering if you wanted to come to a party with me tonight?"

I shake my head and roll my eyes, groaning on the inside. I hate parties, they were so pointless. Even though I've only been to a few, I knew from the first one, that Parties just weren't for me.

"Uh, no it's fine."

I walk through the halls of the main building and round the corner, heading straight for the double wooden doors.

"Sara, come on! You never go out."

She says, slightly annoyed. Not only were parties not my style, but whenever I went with Brit, she always ditched me to hang out with some guy, or a group of guys.

"Because I have a kid, Brit. I can't just go out whenever I feel like it, plus he's sick, so I really can't go."

I tell her, walking up to my car and pulling out my keys from my front pocket.

"God, you sound fucking dead. Whatever, bye."

The other line clicks and I take in a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves, she was managed to make surface in just a few seconds. I climb into the car and start it up, leaning back into my seat and looking up at the gray material roof.

"I'm coming home, Max."

Later That Night.

I turn off the hall light and continue to walk down the narrow hall. I get to the stairs and slowly make my way down them, hearing the low mumbles of the living room TV. I look at the couch and see my Dad, sitting on the couch in his boxers and muscle t-shirt, eyes glued to the TV screen. I chuckle lightly and he turns his head to me, a small smile on his face. He pats the space next to him on the couch and I smile, walking over to the couch and sitting down next to him. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and pats my arm lightly.

"Is he asleep?"

He asks. I turn to him and nod. He smiles and look back at the screen, his eyes growing wide as he stares at the images playing. After a couple of minutes, he finally tears his eyes away from the screen and looks down at me, his eyes red and droopy.

"Dad, maybe you should go to sleep."

He brings his fist up and yawns into it,while nodding gently.

"Yea, I am. Are you going to stay out here?"

He asks. I nod and he smiles sleepily, leaning down and placing a scruffy kiss on my cheek.

"Love you Hunny, don't go to sleep to late."

He stands up and slowly makes his way to the stairs with a limp in his right leg. I smile and grab the remote from the arm rest, flicking through the channels.

"Love you too Dad, and I won't."

I keep my eyes on the TV and hear his heavy footsteps pound against the steps. When I hear my parents bedroom door shut, I lay down on the couch and prop my feet up on the other arm rest. I keep flicking through the channels and after minutes of looking, I finally settle on Shark Tale.

"Max's favorite movie."

I say with a small sigh. I grab the remote from my stomach and prop myself up on my elbows, leaning over and setting the remote down on the coffee table, when I notice a small stack of thick cards. I set the remote down and reach for the first one, grabbing it and laying back down. I lift the paper up to my face and see Sponge bob holding up a balloon with the words 'You're Invited.' written inside it. Max's Party Invitations.

I let the card fall to my chest and I bring my hands up to my eyes, covering them as they start to sting. Where did the time go, seriously? It feels like just yesterday, I was swaddling him up in his, now, favorite blue blanket, and rocking him to sleep. Now, I'm tucking him into his own small toddlers bed, in his own room.

I feel the tears start to stream down my cheeks, leaving hot paths behind. And to top this off, his Dad won't even be here to watch him grow up . . . It's only me. Sometimes when Max falls asleep, I love to look at his face, because he looks so much like Andrew. A lot of people are surprised that I don't hate him, like I should, but how could I? Look what he gave me, look what he helped me create? There was no way I could ever hate him, dislike him? Of course, but hate? Never. I wipe away the tears in my eyes and look back at the TV screen, a small smile forming on my face at the thought of doing this all alone.

"It's all for you, Max."