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So there I sat explaining to my boyfriend's parents how my mom kicked me out.
"She can sleep in my room, I'll sleep on the couch," added my amazing always-there-for-me-when-I-need-him boyfriend.
B.J.'s parents stepped away and whispered.
"B.J., come here" B.J.'s mom called him in the dining room.
I was sitting on the couch. Looking at the art and nick knacks in B.J.'s house was entertaining.
His dad was an anesthesiologists, so of course B.J. was spoiled and rich.
Most importantly B.J. had a good heart. He was never a bully. What was he doing with a girl like me? My mom worked as a secretary at an attorney office. It was okay money but not good like his parents.
There was a lot B.J. didn't know about me.
My mom is on meth.
My brother's in jail for gun possession, my dad's in jail for drug dealing.
My brother used to be my best friend. I hated my dad for dealing. I feel like he started all this drama in my life. Then my brother felt like he had to step up and become the man. Everything was great until...
"Hey, beautiful! They're going to let you stay," B.J. stated interrupting my day dream thoughts.
"Really?!"
"Yes, I understand your situation. We trust you and B.J. not to do, well, you know." Mrs. Gonzalez answered for B.J. with a smile.
I'd always admired her beauty and understanding. B.J.'s mom had always liked me.
"Thanks so so much! And don't worry we promise not to do anything bad!" I shrieked excitedly.
"Do you want to go get anything from your house? B.J. can take you, after he puts a shirt on," B.j.'s dad chuckled.
"Yeah I need to get some more of my stuff,"
B.J. started walking towards the door.
"Uhh, B.J. do you wanna put a shirt on first?" I chuckled.
We all laughed.
"Oh, yeah!" He exclaimed
He ran up stairs to get a shirt.
We were 3 blocks away from my house when B.J. broke the silence.
"So, you think your mom will be home?"
"Maybe, Maybe Not. I don't really know and I don't really care," I answered.
Why was I being such a complete BITCH to B.J. I don't know. Maybe I was scared to see my mom. Would we argue? Fight? I don't want him seeing that.
We pulled into my driveway.
Before B.J. could even attempt to come open my door, I got out.
We both walked slowly to my front door, not saying a single word.
I touched the door knob, hesitated, and opened it quickly.
We both walked in together leaving the front door open.
The house smelled just like meth. She must have used a bulb.
There she was, sitting on the couch watching, "One Tree Hill" re-runs.
That's when I knew this was going to end badly, very very badly.

