"Mom!" I wrote, my mother laughed. "Honey come on, he's cute!" She said, I took a drink of the cool-aid she made. "So who is your high school crush?" Mom asked. I began to blush, "Peter..." she read the note. "AWW!! Baby, why don't you just ask him out?" I shrugged.

In all honesty, I was nervous. Plus I haven't seen Pete since the day he kissed me. "He hasn't really been at school since the day I got back..." she giggled, "He transferred schools son, just go over there and talk to him!" I gulped really loudly.

I got up from my seat, and went to do it, I knocked on the door. "Hello?" A woman with similar to Pete's features said; I held up a sign that said,"Hello, is Peter here?" She smirked, "yeah he's here but he's busy...you must be the boy that caused my son pain..." I looked at her with confusion.

"To bad he's moved on." She opened the door a little wider. Pete had been kissing a guy I had never met before....he told me I was special....he lied, he lied to me.

For the first time, I screamed. It was ear piercing and loud. I quickly covered my mouth and ran away. Pete saw me and chased after me, again. I wasn't sure what it was about him but he always had the strange mind to chase me.

I opened the door and slammed the door of his face. "Hey, you hear that firecracker, someone let one off in the middle of may!" Tears feel from my eyes; not only did I sound like a firecracker, my first real crush was with someone else.

"Oh honey! What happened, are you okay?" She walked over to me and hugged me. I shook my head, I tool a piece of paper and pen from my pocket. "Peter, he found someone else, and the scream came from me..." she read faster with time, "baby that just means he wasn't what you were looking for, your a strong young man...you'll find someone!" She assure me.

Mom hadn't even mentioned the scream, probably to protect me. I sat in my room, writing in my journal that I kepts. A therapist that I have been seeing told me to keep one. There was a shy knock on the door.

I looked up to see Pete standing there, I slid off both my shoes and chucked them at him; something I learned from mom. I then took of my hat and threw that at him, along with my jacket. Once I ran out if things to throw at him, I lay my head in my knees; in hopes he would leave. "Patrick, are you done?" I nod, not taking my head out if my knees.

I heard my mom arguing with someone not to long ago, it might have been him. "I'm sorry, Patrick. My mom is a diva and has no brains. She set me up with him on purpose...at least we have terrible mothers together..." I snapped, my mom was not terrible she was just confused about what to do. "MY MOM IS NOT A TERRIBLE PERSON!!" I wrote, he saw the frustration in my words "I'm sorry...i-i didn't mean what I said okay."

I was tired of his talking so I just kissed him. I felt that there was no other way to get him to quite down. His lips had the sweet tase of his tongue twisted with mine. I moaned for some reason, he placed his hands on the back of my neck, I smiled slightly. "You have cute smile..." Pete whispered to me. I placed my finger over his lips, I replaced my finger with my lips and we began to kiss again.

He was a drug that I couldn't get enough of, a craving that could never be fulfilled with one bite. You had to have it all, his love was like that terrible Ke$ha song...God could I relate to it!. He kiss my neck softly, he slid his hands threw my pants and began to place his hands on my man hood. I blushed and moaned as he removed the clothes from below the stomach, he paced his lips on the tip.

His lips were soft with me, this teeth barley touching the skin, just enough for pleasure. I'm assuming he was gentle because that how he sees me...his lips started to move rapidly against my staff. I moaned louder, I was glad that my mother went out to get dinner; but it made me nervous on when she was gonna come back.

I came, it was everywhere. In his mouth, on the floor, on me. I began to blush even harder. "Don't worry my king, I'll clean it...." He said seductively, Pete licked it off the floor and me. I had never felt so awkward in my life before that.

My mother finally came home, it was just me and Pete. He talked to me and I mostly nodded, as soon she opened the door he asked me to be his....I nodded. "Hey honey! You hungry?" She asked, I nodded. I was beginning to feel like a bobble head. "Okay-" she turned to look at Pete. "-Pete I think it's time for you to go..." he smiled and took me by the hand, leading me to the door. "I'll see you around?" He asked kissing my hands, I nodded.

"Aw! Honey! He loves you!!" My mother said, giving me a hug. She really has changed, and it made me wonder how and why. She didn't have to change her terrible ways, she could have been all sweet at the hospital then beat me have to death for "running away" when we got home. But she kept HER down and out of the way so she could be mom....

"Mom....why did you change?" I asked her, "Honey, I felt very unhealthy, our relationship was not even a relationship. I could have kill both of us so many times....you're all I have left baby and I would die with out you." She managed.

I began to cry with her, I held her tight in my arms, my mind began to wonder how long I had been gone for. I wiped the tears from my very puffy eyes, she was all I had left.....