Highschool..

you were 17, he was 18, and you two were a couple. Young and stupid. Hard on the stupid part…because this argument was stupid, and it made you cry and get angry at him.

you were upstairs in your room, door locked, crying, headphones on. Your mom was in the kitchen, mumbling about “teenage love” and saying “i told her so..” when the doorbell rings. Your mother puts the knife down and steps away from cutting the vegetables. Walking to the door, she opens it. Franco stood there, looking slightly ashamed, holding a boquet of white roses and a box of chocolates.

Your mom: “Oh, Franco..” she crosses her arms.

Franco: “hi..Ms. Jackson…im sorry. I never meant to make your daughter cry. I will apologize a trillion times.”

YM: she steps aside “..Shes upstairs.”