"Hey mum." I said, though I don't know if she heard me as my mouth was full of apple.
"Hi." she answered simply. Something was up.
I sat down on one lf the bar stools in our kitchen and leant against the counter. Suddenly mum sucked in a breath then turned and said, "who was that boy you brought home yesterday?" My face flushed a deep shade of red.
"Oh, he's just Luke..." I replied, trying to hide my face from embarrassment.
"Just Luke? Who's just Luke?" she persisted.
I sighed. "We're dating, Mum." I admitted.
"Like, dating dating? Boyfriend dating?"
"Yes mum. He's my boyfriend, okay? You happy now?"
Mum's face turned purple and she shouted, "BOYFRIEND! SUSANNAH JAROSH! JUST BECAUSE YOUR DAD LEFT US IT DOES NOT, I REPEAT, NOT MEAN YOU CAN RUN AROUND GETTING BOYFRIENDS! I DID NOT RAISE YOU TO BE A SLUT!"
A tear ran down my face as quick as that. But I would not let her get to me. So as I stood up I was confident and I would NOT cry.
"I'M SIXTEEN MUM! I'M OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE A BOYFRIEND! YOU CANNOT CONTROL MY LIFE ANYMORE! AND WHAT ABOUT MAYA? SHE HAD A BOYFRIEND WHEN SHE WAS THIRTEEN AND YOU WERE FINE WITH THAT! I'M NOT SEEING ANY GOOD COMING OUT OF THIS MOVE, AND I DON'T THINK I EVER WILL WHILE I'M STILL WITH YOU!" I screamed.
By now tears were streaming down my face. Maya, my older sister, had died two years ago, and it was not in the nicest way. It was still a touchy subject for me and my mum so we try not to bring it up to often.
I grabbed my bag (with a penny board in) and ran out the door, glad that I had put trainers on before I came downstairs. I skated down the road until I reached the very end and stopped to sit down on someone's front wall (the wall in the front garden).
I drew my phone out of my bag and dialled Luke's number, that I, by the way, I don't remeber getting but I'm still glad I have it now. The phone rang only twice before Luke gave up.
I was still crying but I didn't try to hide it from him. "Suzy? Are you okay?" Luke asked with concern. I shook my head before remembering he couldn't see me. "No Luke, not ever will I be okay. Where do you live? Do you mind if I come over?" I heard a knock behind me and turned. Standing in an upstairs window was Luke himself, a concerned expression on his face. So this where he lives, I thought, he said he lived down my street.
Suddenly, Luke was gone and the front door opened. I ran into his open arms and he carried me up the stairs bridal style like when we first met, but this time he was mine and I was crying into his shoulder. We had been dating for about 17 hours and already it had been like a lifetime. I heard a door shut and I was placed on possibly the most comfortable bed in the world. Then me and Luke just sat there on his bed for at least an hour while I let out all my tears.
As I held Suzy, I realised how much I liked, no, loved her. I swear it was fate that she came to Australia, or she was an angel in disguise, sent here just for me. If only that were true. Angels aren't real.
None of that mattered though, as she's with me now. I don't know what will happen in the future, but as long as I'm with her I'm sure it will amazing.