What should I wear? How should I act? What do I say if she asks how we met? What if she hates me? Maybe I shouldn't go. . . These were the thoughts running through my head at the moment. Today I was supposed to meet Ezra's mom and I was freaking out. I mean, she's probably going to hate me and think that I'm ruining her son's life. Of course Ezra and I don't see it this way, but anyone else would. Heck, even my mom and dad did when we told them. My dad still isn't too fond of Ezra, but Mom's warming up to the idea.
Mom, Ezra, and I all had dinner together last week, and surprisingly it wasn't that bad. So maybe this dinner with Ezra's mom won't be so bad either. What are you saying? Of course it's gonna be bad. Wait, scratch that. It's going to be absolutely terrible.
*RING. RING. RING* I pick up my phone and see that Ezra's calling me.
"Hello?" I say wearily.
"Hey, are you okay?" Ezra asks worriedly.
"Uh, I don't know. I didn't even start getting ready yet and I only have two hours until . . . Until you know what. And I'm freaking out! And she's gonna hate me and think that I'm ruining your life, and then you'll change your mind and see things her way. And then you'll be ashamed of me and ugh!" I blurt out without thinking.
Ezra chuckles, "Aria, she already knows how old you are. I'm not saying she'll be perfectly okay with it; she might need a little time just like your parents did. And don't ever think that I'd be ashamed of you. You know that I love you and nothing and nobody can ever change that, okay?"
"Okay," I nod, even though he couldn't see. "Well, I should probably start getting ready now, so I'll see you at 6?"
"Yup, I'll be there. Love you."
"Love you too," I smile. I hang up and decide to wear a white dress with a black belt. I take a quick shower then I get out and dry my hair. I curl it just a little bit so that it's hanging down in short waves. I get dressed and do my make-up, which consists of a teeny bit of blush, pink lipstick, and mascara.
Just as I get done, there's a knock on the front door. Here we go, I think. As I'm in no hurry to meet Ezra's mom, I take my time going down the stairs and walking to the door. I open it slowly to find a grinning Ezra. "Hey," he says, before leaning down to kiss me softly.
"Hi," I give a small smile.
"Ready to go?" he asks. Even though he'll never admit it, I can tell that he's just as nervous about us having dinner with his mother as I am.
"Uh, not really, no." Ezra sighs and gives me a look that says I know you're scared, but everything will be fine. How I can translate all that from just one look, you might be wondering. Well, I just can. "Ugh. Fine, let's go."
"Bye, Dad!" I yell to my father, who's watching football in the living room, before Ezra grabs my hand and leads me to the passenger side of his car. He opens the door for me, like the gentleman he is, and I climb in with a huff. He goes around to his own side and sits beside me.
"Aria, I promise you everything's going to be fine. She might not love the idea at first, but she'll warm up to it."
"Yeah, hopefully faster than my dad. He still gets that constipated look on his face every time I talk about you," I laugh.
"You talk about me?" Ezra grins.
"No comment." I look out the window and pray that this night won't be absolutely terrible.
About ten minutes later Ezra nudges me, "Hey, we're here."
I gulp and get out of the car super slowly. Ezra never told me where exactly we were going, except that it was a nice Italian restaurant. I looked up at the building. It was HUGE and had a fancy looking name that I had no idea how to pronounce. "Wow," was all I could say.
Ezra smiles happily and grabs my hand. "Looks like Mom's already here," he says, gesturing to the silver sports car across the parking lot. He squeezes my hand and leads us inside. He spots his mother and pulls me over to her. "Hey, Mom."
"Ezra!" Mrs. Fitz pulls Ezra into a tight hug, which leads to him pulling his hand out of mine, while I stand there awkwardly.
"And you must be Aria," she says, a fake grin plastered across her face, as she holds out her hand.
"That's right. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Fitz," I smile politely, shaking her hand.
"Fitzgerald," she corrects and I glance at Ezra with a look that says You've got some explaining to do, mister! "But you can call me Dianne."
I smile and nod. "Fitzgerald!" One of the hosts calls, signaling that our table is ready. I sigh in relief and walk over to Ezra. We trail behind his mom and I figure now's the time to ask him about that last name.
"Fitzgerald?" I hiss in his ear.
"I'll explain later."
We sit down at our table, and right after the waiter leaves to get our drinks Dianne turns towards me and says, "So Aria . . ."
Oh boy, I think, this is going to be a loooong night.
A/N: Sooo how was it? Good? Bad? Did you hate it? Love it? I know it was kind of short, but I promise the rest of the chapters will be much longer. I'll update as soon as possible. Please review (: