Guys, I know I've been falling behind on chapters! I've been busy with Dance, Basketball, Mentoring and other things. I barely have anytime to get on the computer and type "Hi." I'm so ashamed of my self, I've never fell so hard into a story like this. Its just so sad to see how I've been falling behind.
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"Sorry, sorry I can't be perfect or be the right boyfriend." He added.
"Look, I'm being so ridicoulous." I said to myself.
"Look Fletcher, I'm being so ridicoulous." I admitted, running out of the bathroom and into my boyfriends arms.
He stared at me for a moment and smiled.
"Your not being ridicoulous, I understand why you would be mad." He replied, hugging me tightly.
"Whoah!" I yelled, laughing.
My dad's footsteps followed up the steps ruining our moment.
"Olive sorry if I interrupted something, but your mom is on the phone." He told me, handing me the phonr
"Hello?" I asked confusily.
"Yeah, hey honey!" My mom said, she sounded so better.
So, sober.
"Mom? I thought you hated me." I asked, my face in discust.
"I don't hate you, I let the alchohol get to me." She replied.
"I wanted to tell you I owe you an apology." She added, her voice breaking.
"I was a bad mother, and it will change."
"When are you coming home mom?" I asked.
I didn't want to sound eager, but I needed a Mother more then anything.
and she was finally 'her' again, finally herself.
"So your completely sober?" I asked again.
"I'm coming home today, and actually I'm way soberer then sober." She giggled.
I laughed along, but really I wanted to cry hearing my mom so happy. Made me happy.
"Mom, I can't wait to see your face. I can't wait to spend time with you mom."
"I can't wait either baby." She said a little serious.
"Hun', I'm going to hang you up. See you in a bit."
"Bye mom, I love you." I said, smiling.
There was a short pause until my mom finally said...
"I love you too Olivia." with a special voice.
I turned around and both of the guys were gone.
"Probably playing ball or something?" I said to myself.
I haven't heard of Chyna in a long time, why not call her?
I got my LG phone and dialed her number.
It ringed for a long time until I heard:
"Hello?"
"Chyn-"
"Just kidding, its my voicemail. I'll have to call you back bye."
Ugh, those stupid voicemail tricks.
"Chyna, I need to talk to you, call me back please?" I asked, as the lady asked for a message.
I went downstairs and saw that the boys were loudly playing the xbox.
I went into the kitchen which caused me to walk in front of the tv.
"Escuse me!" Both of the boys shouted.
"I'm sorry, you'll live." I replied to the both of them.
I grabbed a cola out of the fridge and return to the living room to sit down on the carpet.
"Boys and Black Ops." I said to myself rolling my eyes.
"You two are going to mess up your brains really bad if you keep this up." I said out loud.
"You don't even know what 600 x 600 is sweetie!" My dad questioned as he clicked the buttons harshly on the remote.
"360000" I said smartly.
"I guess she does, but nice try Mr. Doyle." Fletcher laughed.
There was a knock at the door.
I got up and answered it.
It was my mom, her brown hair in a ponytail.
"Mom!" I yelled
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