Chapter Five
Another week had past and my mom was getting much weaker. She'd had to skip a few shifts, because she simply hasn't had the energy. I hate seeing her like that, but what can I do, she's refused treatment. If only I could take away her pain, because as much as she denied it, I knew she was in pain. Today was the day before Beach Jam, I was walking down towards the docks, it was peaceful here, and it was a great place to write.
I had become friends with Shane, and his brothers over the past week, they were such nice guys, I really didn't feel like I was in the presence of world famous people, just guys who loved music. Caitlyn had also joined us and it seemed she was getting a crush too, and judging from the way he looked at her, Nate felt the same way. I had an ongoing bet with Shane now on when they would finally admit how they felt. I got to the docks and heard a voice singing.
Shane was sitting against a canoe, singing words and then writing them down. "So does your voice sound better over here," I said.
"Well why don't we get in one of these things, and we can see," he said. I laughed and we got into a canoe and paddled out onto the lake, the sun was hot and it was relaxing.
"So have you found your special girl yet," I said.
"Are you jealous Miss Torres," he said.
"Jerk," I said.
"Hey being a jerk is part of the Rockstar Image," he said.
"Keeping up an image is tiring," I said.
"It is," he said. "Thing is though, I never know if people are hanging around me because of the free stuff,"
"Oh definitely the free stuff," I said. "I'm kidding,"
"People fake around us so much, that we really don't know who to trust," he said. "Have you ever had that, I mean you're mom has cooked for famous people right,"
"Yeah she has," about five years ago I thought in my head. "But people have stopped for now,"
"It's nice talking to someone who gets it," he said.
"I guess it is," I said, feeling really guilty, I would have to talk to my mom tonight.
We ended up soaking wet when we got back onto land, he had made a comment and I had splashed him in response, and we'd gotten into a war. I sighed happily, I had made the decision that I would tell Shane and his brothers tomorrow. Hopefully they would understand.
I began speaking to my mom about it later that night, "Mom," I said. "I think I want to tell my friends about you,"
"Mitchie," she said. "I know it hurt's but I don't want people knowing that the once amazing Connie Torres, has changed so much,"
"But mom, it will hurt people if they find out I lied," I said.
"Mitchie, you have just under two weeks till Final Jam, please for me," she said.
"Fine," I said, I couldn't say no to her. "I'm going to bed,"
"Goodnight sweetheart," she said. "Things are going to be fine," I still couldn't believe that she was in denial about what was happening to her. I had a very restless sleep that night, what should I do, tell Shane, or listen to my mom, either way someone was going to get hurt.