It was early the next morning. I had barely slept. I was up all night thinking about what April said.

Surprisingly, I felt guilty for not having told my mom sooner. I am usually one to tell my mom everything.

I rolled over to the side of my bed and picked up my phone.

7:16.

Still super early to wake my mom up on a weekend. But, I knew I wasn't going to be able to lay here much longer, so, I got up and walked into my mom's bedroom, climbing into her bed. I tried to be quiet.

"Hmm." My mom hummed, most likely still half asleep.

"Can I stay in here?" I asked, immediately feeling bad for waking her up. Though, I knew it was needed. I needed to have this conversation with her. Sorry Mom.

It took her a minute to respond, when I looked over, she was rubbing her eyes. She lifted her head up, glanced over at me, squinted, and laid her head back down. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" She rubbed her eyes again.

"Yeah." I got under the covers on the opposite side of her bed. She still slept to the right side, even though she technically had a whole queen sized bed to herself.

I felt her eyes on me.

"What time is it?" She changed the topic.

"Seven."

"Okay now I know somethings up because you are never awake at seven in the morning." She sat up. She wasn't wrong. I do usually sleep in. "What's wrong honey?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Olivia." She was wide awake now. Now I had to tell her. She wouldn't let me get away with not telling her. "Are you ok? You're really scaring me."

"I'm fine Mom." I didn't mean to scare her. But, how do I even say this? Maybe I shouldn't have listened to April.

"Talk to me about it. Whatever it is. Sweetie you know I'm here for you."

She looked at me with so much love in her eyes. Worry. Care.

"I'm making it a bigger deal than it is, I think." I started.

"Okay, what is 'it'?" Mom had now turned to face me. I was still laid down, looking up at her. Kind of feeling... scared to tell her. Not scared of her reaction, but scared of hurting her feelings.

"I just..." I sighed. "I guess I feel like... you're kind of talking to Callie all the time and- and going out with her all the time. I dunno. I don't want you to feel bad about it, because I know you're happy. I'm glad Callie makes you happy. But, I miss all the stuff we used to do together." I broke eye contact somewhere in the middle there. I didn't want to see if I upset her.

"Baby, I'm so sorry." My mom reached under the covers and took one of my hands in hers. "Look at me, please."

She had tears in her eyes. Her lip was curved down.

I wished I didn't have to have this conversation with her. This sucked. So bad.

"Please don't cry." I said softly.

She shook her head, "I'm so sorry."

"Mom, it's ok. Really."

"No it's not. I should have realized. I'm sorry honey."

"Stop apologizing." I mumbled. I didn't like how upset she was. It made me upset. I squeezed her hand in mine, and she squeezed back. I smiled a little at that.

"You're totally right. I guess I kind of thought with high school... you know, you have new friends and great people to hang out with. I just figured you wouldn't mind if I was spending more time with Callie- that it would give you more time with your friends." She said thoughtfully. "But, you still need me too, huh?" She smiled.

I nodded a little.

"I'm so sorry, honey."

"I understand Mom, it's fine." I didn't want her to feel bad. Please don't feel bad.

"It's not fine." My mom paused for a moment. "Hug?" She asked.

I nodded, and she leaned down, pulling me into a tight hug. I hugged back. This time I really needed it just as much as her. Maybe more than her. It felt good.

"I love you so much. I did not mean to do that to you. I hope you can forgive me." Mom whispered, still hugging me.

"Of course I forgive you." I reassured- but she already knew.

"I promise you that it'll change. More me and you time. We need that, huh?" She pulled away and ran her hand through my hair, sitting up again.

I rested my head on her leg and nodded, "We do."

She smiled, "I love you."

"I love you too, Mom." I responded, finally letting out a sigh of relief. Hopefully at least a little bit of change would happen. I was busy during most of the week- friends, clubs, homework. And Mom worked a full time job. Weekends had always been our time when I was growing up. Weekends were also the only time she could see Callie. I just felt like... especially because I started high school last month, I need my mom a little more than I did before.

But, I have a feeling I'll always need her.

Scratch that. I know I'll always need her. She's my best friend.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Sometimes my own brain just gets way to sentimental for me- I make myself cry. Nothing bad even happened.

"Olive?" My mom asked suddenly. She had been playing with my hair. Twisting and finger-combing and braiding it.

I opened my eyes, gratefully those small tears that had formed didn't spill out. That would've been a whole other awkward conversation. "Hm?" I asked.

She smiled at me, "Um... I hope now is a good time."

"Good time for what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I need an opinion on something." Mom undid a braid she had done, the slight tugging on my hair feeling oddly soothing.

"Okay?" I didn't know what to expect.

"Callie asked me if I would be her girlfriend." My mom said, almost hesitantly.

Oh.