A/N: This is my first story ever posted here. So be nice and read to see if I'm good enough. Reviews are love!

Summary: Some say that two best friends, a girl and a guy, usually end up together in the end. No matter how cliché that sounds, I think I like that thinking better. I just hope that it would be the same for me.

Chapter one

"Jen. Jen, wake up." I hear Nate whisper as he nudged me.

"Huh?" I said sleepily. "What happened?" I looked around and realized that we're in a classroom. Wow, what a very responsible student I am.

"Class is over. We should get going." Nate chuckled back to me. Damn, I was asleep the whole class. I scanned the room again if our teacher, Mr. Adams, noticed me in any way. "Wait, Mr. Adams didn't see me right?"

"Nope. You are so lucky he didn't see you. Or you would've gotten detention again." Nate shook his head at me while gathering up his things. "We should get going, sleeping beauty. You wouldn't wanna miss the bus again, don't you? Well, if you do, be my guest in walking a mile back to your house."

"Nah, I think I'll stick with the bus this time." I said jokingly. I gathered up my things, and walked out of the classroom with Nate.


"Hey, what's your mom cooking for dinner?" Nate asked for the hundredth time today. We just got down from the bus and we were walking to our block.

"Gee, I don't really know, Nate. Maybe because you've asked me this question for the hundredth time today and I didn't have any answer? Why don't you just ask her yourself?" Grr, sometimes I think this guy is only best friends with me because of my mother's wonderful cooking.

"Right. Sorry." He said apologetically, with those puppy dog eyes that I almost fell for his crapola. We reach my front door and as I always do when I go through that door, I shouted, "Mom! I'm home!" I put my bag down and my coat in the closet, as Nate does the same. And yes, we're close like that.

"Honey, I'm in the kitchen!" My mom shouted back. I can't say that I'm surprised. She's always in the kitchen when I get home. So Nate and I head to the kitchen to see what she's busying herself with.

"Hey mom! What's up?" I gave her my usual greeting as I opened the fridge to look for something to drink.

"Hey honey. I'm cooking lasagna and roasted chicken for dinner." My mom replied, her back to us, and is still busy with her cooking. I grabbed a can of soda from the fridge and drained it. What? I was parched.

"Hello Mrs. Williams. Good afternoon." Nate greeted my mom politely. I can already see the excitement in his eyes for dinner later. "Oh wait, I forgot again that it's Miss." Nate smiled politely.

"Oh hello Nathaniel! Didn't see you there. I'm glad you remembered." My mother replied back to Nate just as politely. She takes him into her arms. "Wanna join us for dinner?"

Nate smiles sheepishly. "Uh, if only there's food enough for three." Gah, I know he wants to. He's acting as if my mom would refuse him. And for the fact that my mom never did.

"Of course there will always be a spot for you! Why don't you get ready while I talk to Jen here?" Oh-kay? What was that about?

"Uh sure, I'll just head back home and tell my mom I'll be staying here. Be back in a jiffy." Nate smiled again before leaving. "Bye!", he waved at me.

"Okay, bye!" I waved back, smiling at him. Then, I turned to my mom, awkward silence awfully present. "What's up mom?"

"Your father called." She said without emotion. Ooh, him. My lovely, lovely father. "What did he say?" I asked, clearly showing no interest.

"He asked if he could borrow you this weekend." Wow. Borrow. What a nice term to use when you want to spend time with your daughter. I didn't know that I was a life-sized doll that you can just borrow. Hmm, how interesting. "Did the bastard say why?" I asked harshly.

"Jen! Don't talk about your father like that." My mom scolded me. I can't blame her I guess. Because she's still in love with the bastard who knocked her up in high school and left her after finding out that she was pregnant with me.

"What? Is it not true? Did he not knock you up and just leave you like that?" I was breathing heavily now. But I know where this argument will end up in anyway. "Well?"

"We are not having this argument again, Jennifer. And don't talk about your father like that. He is still your father." She defended immediately. Yep, still definitely in love with the bastard. Even after fifteen years. "So, what did he want?" I asked a little calmer knowing that I wasn't gonna win this argument.

"He wants to take you out to shopping. He told me that he hasn't taken you out to shopping in a while." My mom replied distractedly. In a WHILE? Try ten FREAKING years, jerk. "Oh." I said blankly.

Shopping, huh? Fun, fun, JOY! I wonder what sickness this bastard got. Or maybe he's bipolar? Brain tumor? But whatever sickness he caught, I just hope that it'll kill him slowly and bring him to hell after that. Why would he think that I would go shopping with him? Maybe he should've realized this when I was five, when I needed him the most. But now, I don't care, because I know he doesn't either. "I don't wanna go mom." I told her, out and straight.

"Why wouldn't you want to go shopping with your dad? I mean, you only get to see him occasionally and he would even take you shopping." Mom reasoned. Can she not see that I don't want to waste my fucking time with him?

"That's the whole point, Mom. I only get to see him once in a while. Why would he want to hang out now? Is he on crack or something? I mean, why the sudden change in habit? Does he now realize that he actually has to fulfill his duty to be a responsible and loving father?" I retorted angrily as hot tears fell down from my face unexpectedly.

"Sweetie, I know that this has been hard for you as it has been hard for me. And I know that your father hasn't really been involved in your life, and that he hasn't been a good father to you. But," My mom paused to take a deep breath, "he's still your father. And maybe this time he is really trying to be a good dad for you. Can't you give him one more chance?" She said sincerely and hopefully. She looked at me with those awful, sad eyes.

"But why now, Mom? Why just now? Why not when I was little, when I needed him the most? Why just now when I finally realized that I could live my life without him being in it?" I was sobbing now. This was just too much for me to take it. My mom hugged me and rubbed my back soothingly. "Honey, I already told you that when I found out that I was pregnant with you, I didn't think that your father was mature enough to handle something like this. Maybe all this time that he was gone, he was finding himself. Maybe he now thinks that he's good enough to be a father to you." She wiped my tears and smoothed my hair away from my face. Then, she looked at me with a warm, sweet smile.

I smiled back at her too. "Thanks mom. For everything and for always making me feel better." She hugged my tightly again and this time, I hugged her back just as tightly. Gawd, I don't know what I'll do without my mom. I continued to cry on her shoulder, it'll help the pain to subside. And as I do, my mom just rubbed my back soothingly.

I may not have a father who cares about me but I do have a mom who loves and cares for me a million times more and over.

"Uhh, I hope I'm not interrupting anything here." Nate grinned at me. Even if he was my best friend, I didn't want him to see me crying because of my dad. It makes me feel helpless and vulnerable.

I let go of my mom and chuckled at him, "Nope. You're not interrupting anything. I'm done spilling my drama."

"I should go on with my cooking if we want to have food in our plates later. So why don't you kids go upstairs?" My mom suggested.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Come on, Nate." I pulled Nate out of the kitchen and up to my room.

A/N: So? So? How was it? Was it good? Tell me what you think and review! Thankies!

~Casey (Just so you know, I'm a girl)