Last Night

"Tell me that you love me and it'll be alright. Are you thinking of me? Just come with me tonight. You know I need you. Just like you need me. Can't stop, won't stop, I must be dreaming. Can't stop, won't stop, I must be dreaming."

Eighth grade was coming to a close. It was probably the best school year I have ever had. I grew so much closer to all of my friends. I also grew apart from some people, I can admit that. My parents, however, weren't very happy with me... They didn't tell me this so how was I supposed to know?!

Towards the end of the year I felt I was never good enough for anyone. I started to give up. I gave up in English because my teacher was expect too much of me. I couldn't take it. So I shut off. I focused more on my friends that my school work. I ended up with a D in English. My parents were disappointed. I knew that much. Did I really care? No, I didn't. I was too focused on this weekends plans.

I was always with Cassie. Always. She was like my sister and my other half. We understood each other. We knew when we could push each other and when enough was enough. We told each other straight up when things probably wouldn't work out they way we wanted them to. When either one of us needed to vent, they knew where to go and what number to dial. Neither of us judged the other and that was nice.

In February, I moved. To a new house, a new neighborhood. We didn't moving willingly. We lost our house. I could tell anyone, but i could trust Cassie. That house it had so many memories. So many tears shed, so many laughs shared, and so much love given. Not once did it cross my mind that I would have to leave my home. Everyone told me, "oh its just a house." But it was more than that. And she understood that. She knew my first love lived down the street, She knew how hard this was going to be but she believed in me that I would get through it and I trusted her.

In April, her 17 year old sister found out she was pregnant. It crushed her. Next to her Dad and her Mom, I was the one to wipe away the tears. Talking for hours about nothing and everything that mattered. It felt good for the both of us. We had eachother and that's all that mattered.

We went through a lot together. We believed in each other. I had never been so close with anyone before. It only made sense we were always together. I loved her parents like my own. I thought my parents loved her like their daughter. I guess I was wrong. No one expected what happened next just because I was honest.