Used To Be In Love (Wish We Didn't Fall P.2) Chp.1

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Westley- I still cannot believe what's going on right now. We're moving back. I sit in the front of the moving truck with my way-too-happy-for-the-fact-that-we're-leaving-behind-my-Father Mom. She's singing along to Benson Boone, and my heart hurts and eyes sting at the memories of listening to these songs with Jada. She was actually kinda obsessed with him. Anytime Mom would drive us anywhere, that was always Jada's go to. She'd usually play Cry, but sometimes mixed it up. And she'd sing her little heart out, and I'd just smile, and watch. "Turn that frown upside down Wessy," Mom grins, and turns the volume up as the song ends. When she sees me slump down into my green sweater, she turns it way down. "Look, I know you aren't happy with the fact we're moving away from your Dad," "And all my friends." I add and she sighs. Even though I'm upset, I don't want to hurt my Mom worse. She looks happy right now, but I know what she's gone through. She really loved Dad, but it wasn't reciprocated. "But can't you just try to enjoy this? You were heartbroken when we moved to Nova Scotia, now we're back in Southhollow. You can see Jada again." She smiles as if alls fine. I take a breath, and give her a small smile back while sticking my headphones in and blasting my comfort music. ~~~ "We're here!" Mom says cheerily, stopping the truck jarringly. I take one look at the house, and my jaw almost drops, because right next to it, is one I could never forget. One where all my memories when I was fourteen are from. "You moved us NEXT to her?" I ask, pulling up my hood, and slouching even more in the seat. Though I am itching to see her, I thought I was going to have a couple days to plan out how we'd see each other again. I've never been the best at talking to pretty girls, and even though I used to be able to talk to her, I don't know if I still possess that trait. "Did I?" Mom plays dumb, and I sigh. "Mooooooom." I moan, and slink down even further. "C'mon Wessy, I saw it for sale a couple months back, and Barbra told me it was perfect and that Jada would probably love to see you again." Barbra is Jada's Mom, she always loved me and was super welcoming and sweet. "She hasn't told Jada yet though, she decided to leave it as a surprise for dinner tonight." My stomach drops. Supper? With Jada Moore? Dang. Mom hops out, and admires our new home. I peak out the window, and look at Jada's house. It's the same blue it's used to be. Now there's a pink punch buggy in the driveway, and I immediately know exactly who it belongs to. Jada talked non-stop about her dream car when we were younger, and it makes me smile knowing she got it. "Wes, out of the truck." Mom ushers me, and I frown. She's going to see me, and in this of all things. I groan, and quickly get out of the truck. "Isn't it beautiful?" I'm glad to see my Mom so happy for once. "Let's get inside." ~~~ When we enter the house, it feels a lot bigger than it looks from the outside. "What're we going to do with all of this space." I ask. Mom gives me the same guilty-but still happy-look she gave me when she told me where we were moving. "Remember Uncle James?" My eyes grow wide. Of course I remembered him. He's my favourite uncle, and his son-Randy-and I used to hang out every time we visited. I nod simply. "Well, he and Randy are moving in with us." Just like his sister, Uncle James is divorced, and has complete custody of Randy. Though, Randy's never actual met his real Mom. I nod, and she seems to sigh with relief, and pulls me into a tight hug. "We're going to be okay Wessy." I hug her back, and I shove all my nerves and worries of seeing Jada again to the back of my mind. We'll be okay.