I woke up to April knocking on the door. I knew my mother would have called her.

“Mom sent me, we’re both worried”

She still called my parents mom and dad even though we have been broke up over six years ago. Sometime I still think of winning her back. We knew each other since elementary and went to the same summer camp twice. It wasn’t till high school though when we were separated by social constructs of cliques and cliché that we got together. I remember us walking around my block. She was wearing A jacket that said money and I was wearing a jacket that said poor but cost nearly two hundred dollars. She grabbed it and she kissed me first and that’s not how its suppose to work.