And Rachel runs in, sobbing her eyes out, she throws her bookbag down, as she runs up the stairs;
Heading for her room, her one [hiding place]
As she's about to s l a m the door,
A hand stops her.
She looks up, from her red puffy eyes, to see her mother.
"Mom.." She starts;
Her mother just shakes her head, and puts her arms around her, gently pulling her downstairs, unto the sofa,
"He just wants to be friends, He's in love with the cheerleader, how am I supposed to-"
"I want to tell you a story,"
A soft voice cuts her off, as she reaches under the table pulling out an old dusty book.
She lay it in her lap, as she flips through the pages,
She stops on one, tracing a young mans face with her finger..
"This is your father, 35 years ago." She says, a smile slightly spreading across her face.
Rachel looks up at her mother, "I dont get it, how does this help me?"
Her mother looks her in the eyes, as she replies quietly;
"High school is famous for its heartbreaks, end of the world days, jerks you cant believe you went out with, memories, maybe a regret or two, but then there's that one guy..
He'll trip over his feet, he'll hit his head on his locker, he'll say he wants to be friends.."
"He'll forever be more."
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