Trevor's POV-

I think I was a second away from smacking Zach across the face. He had been pushing the topic of Ella way too much. I didn't want to talk about it but he seemed to want to talk about nothing but her.

"I don't want to hear it." I shook my head.

I heard him sigh next to me. I knew he was trying to meddle in my life. I had enough of that at home. My mom could tell something was up and she had spent the last couple days trying to pry it out of me.

"I'm not telling you to just forgive her and forget anything happened. I know you're mad but did you ever stop to think that there might be a reason why she doesn't like you fighting?" He apparently didn't hear me when I specifically told him I didn't want to hear it.

"What do you know?" I looked at him with expecting eyes.

Zach wouldn't just say that without knowing something I didn't. I knew Zach better then he probably knew himself so the fact he was keeping something from me was a huge surprise.

"I don't know anything, but I do know Ella and she wouldn't just freak out over nothing. There is obviously a reason to this and I think if maybe you just talk to her all this can chalked up to a big ole misunderstanding."

I didn't want to think about the fact that Zach might be right. I was justified to be angry. She left, I told her take me how I am or leave and she left. I think that gives me a right to be mad and question how she truly feels about me. I cared about Ella, I did. I couldn't even try to deny my feelings for her but I needed this space to clear my head and figure out if this was truly worth all the risk.

If she was so willing to walk out on me now would she be able to do the same when I had more feelings involved and I had a higher risk of getting hurt. It hurt enough now, I couldn't imagine going through this when we were more invested in each other.

I couldn't think about this anymore. I didn't want to think about this anymore.

"Oo look the ice cream is buy one get one free." Zach pointed to the freezer.

"I thought you had a strict list?" I raised my eyebrows at my friend.

"Who cares about the list." He waved me off.

"Your budget does, two containers of ice cream is not in that budget."

I knew I had to give Zach some tough love. He didn't have shit easy and if ended up blowing his money on ice cream because he made the mistake of going to the grocery store when he was hungry I'd never forgive myself. I didn't want things to be any harder for him.

"Well technically I'm only buying one tub of ice cream the second one is free." He tried to reason.

"I have like three tubs at my house, when we get back while you put all this away and I'll grab some ice cream and then we can hang out at your place for the afternoon." I offered.

"Are you just saying that so you don't have to help put away the groceries?"

"You know it." I laughed.

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"I still hate you for making me do all this myself." Zach frowned.

I laughed and put the rest of the bags on the kitchen counter.

"You'll live." I assured him.

"Barely." He muttered.

I shook my head and retreated out of his apartment. I figured I'd probably get changed while I went to my apartment. Mostly because I wanted to take up some time so Zach didn't somehow rope me into helping him and also because jeans are really only comfortable for so long so all I wanted to do was change into a pair of sweatpants.

When I turned the key and pushed the door open I was greeted with a surprisingly quiet apartment. Both my parents should be home so it was very unlike them to be this quiet in any capacity. While I much rather preferred their bickering then the opposite, I had gotten fairly used to both.

When I walked into the apartment further I saw my mom sitting alone at the kitchen table. She looked sad, she sat there staring down at the phone in front of her like she was expecting a call.

"Mom?" I voiced.

When she looked up I couldn't help but let panic course through me. Her face was red and puffy and I could see the fresh tears still on her face. She'd been crying and it looked like she had been crying a lot.

I didn't want to think about the worst case but the fact that she was alone did nothing to calm my nerves.

"Mom where's dad?" I somehow managed to ask the question part of me was way too scared to even think about.

"I think you should sit." She finally said.

Her voice was shaky and I could see the hurt in her eyes.

Where the fuck was my dad?

I felt my hands start to shake. I didn't want to even think about the possibilities that he could be gone. I didn't want to think about it but the sight before me made it hard for me to think anything else.

"Your father is fine."

Those four words immediately sent a sense of relief through me but the panic wasn't fully gone. I wasn't dumb I knew this wasn't good news.

"What's going on?" I didn't know if I wanted to know the question.

"Grandma Walker died." Her voice broke as she said the words.

All the relief that had flooded through me was gone. I felt devastated. My grandma was the only family my dad really had left. He was an only child, his dad left when he was a child and he didn't really talk to many of his extended family but his mom was his rock. We spent many holidays at her house and she came to the apartment all the time. She would visit a lot more when I was younger, giving my parents a babysitter so they could go out on dates.

I already knew the damage this was going to have on my father. I always thought that he would never survive the lose of his mother. When she got sick last year the thought was in all of our minds but I don't think my dad was able to fathom the fact she might not make it through. Now his worst nightmare had actually become reality.

"Where's dad?" I asked again.

"The hospital, he refused to leave until everything got situated." She sighed, I watched her glance back down at her phone.

She was waiting for him to call.

"You should go." I urged her.

"What?" She looked taken aback.

"He needs you there mom."

"I can't just drop this kind of news on you and then leave you." She shook her head.

"Mom, go dad needs you." I would drag her out of this apartment if I needed to.

Luckily I didn't have to go to such drastic measures because she nodded and went to grab her things.

I didn't really know what to think. We had all expected this to happen, she had been slowly getting worse but I think we were trying to hold out hope things would get better. Apparently she did not. No matter how prepared you think you are for the moment you lose a loved one, it still feels as though your life is crashing down around you.

I may have pushed my mom out of the apartment but I didn't want to just sit alone in this apartment trying to manage my grief.

I needed to get out of this apartment.