It was a long day.

Having your grades worsen and then having a terrible practice as basketball? That was my day. If I didn’t get my grades up by next month, I would be thrown from the team and have my mom brought in again to hassle me about my grades, not that either of us could actually care.

She never really gave a shit, and so I never found a reason too either, but we’d have to lie in front of my teachers so they wouldn’t get me flunked and trying to find a new school.

It didn’t matter however, as the day only got worse when we were told the busses went down. I’ve been texting my mom for the better part of an hour and she still hasn’t responded as I walked home, I hope she’s got an explanation for it.

I finally make it to the doorstep, unlocking the door as I head inside. I kick off my shoes to see plenty of pairs of high heels, I guess mom’s friends must’ve came over?

The suspicion was answered when I walked further in, wine and beer bottles adorned the kitchen counter and the step table before the TV. My mom her two friends sat around the area, all out cold.

At least I had an explanation I guess..

I sweeped the bottles off the various surfaces into a bag, taking it outside to the back and tieing it off. I left it outside and walked back in, really taking in the various dresses the women were wearing.

The one on the couch, Alyssa, was wearing a flowery dress with some frills. She was the introvert my mom would always try to get out more with those dorky glasses of hers, and even sleeping, her introversion showed.

Then on the chair next to my mom, Janice, the bad girl I guess I could call her. She was the one always looking to get the attention of passerbys, especially with her outfit tonight. She wore some really tight yoga pants to flaunt her marvelous legs, along with a tube top she knew was much too small.

Then there was my mom, who was the most flaunting of all. She was just your average woman, at least to me, but her dress said otherwise. She wore a thin dress that rode up her ass like no one’s business.

I’ve always taken a liking to my mom, she’s confident, willing to lie for me, and she certainly didn’t look too bad either. Her mumbling, however, certainly stopped me from staring at her too much. She didn’t really make words with her mouth, but I could tell exactly what she was saying.

“Yeah, lemme help you up.” I was about to take her arm over my shoulder, but I decided to be a bit more adventurous.