Fade Away My Memories Chapter 3
I was so close. I was just centimeters away from forgetting the whole sitch yesterday after school. BUT NO! The universe just loves proving me wrong…
Yesterday was perfectly normal. I went to school. I went to my classes and took notes like a good little girl in all of them. I ate lunch with my friends…I should've known it was too good to be true.
"I'm home, Mom!" I called when I walked in the door. I quickly removed my shoes and threw my backpack by our coats. My stupid uniform caught on my coat and I took a few extra minutes removing my jacket.
"What do we have for snacks?" I asked, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge. Apples, blueberries, mangoes, and pears were the only fruit in the fridge. Not interesting. Instead I found a lemon bean bun and held it in my mouth as I closed the fridge and the pantry.
I turned around and my jaw dropped all the way to the floor. Well, maybe my jaw didn't drop that far but my lemon bun sure did. Yusei was sitting right in the middle of the living room. Was I dreaming? Maybe I was hallucinating? I don't take drugs so that probably isn't a good explanation. I'm in a coma then. I'm imagining this whole thing. Yeah, that's it…
I regained clarity quickly. This was reality. Damn… "MOM!" I shouted and stomped out of the kitchen. I nearly ran into her in the hallway.
"Oh hi sweetie! How was school?"
"Great. That's not the problem! There's a stalker in our house!"
My Mom was either completely stupid or the guy had swayed her somehow. She was ridiculously happy… "His name is Yusei! He said he knew you so I let him in. He's cute too," she raised her eyebrows repeatedly, a suspicious, teasing smirk playing across her face.
"Wha? MOM! He's a stalker! I've never met him before!"
"Oh honey, he's only a year older. You could date him! Does he go to your school?"
"NO! Mom, he followed me and he knows all this stuff about me! I met him yesterday, and he knows my favorite color, my favorite food! Isn't that creepy? He's a stalker! We need to get him outta here!" At this point I didn't care if he heard me. He was intruding on my life and I was SO NOT, okay with it.
"Just give him a chance, Lizzie. You never know; you just might find that you like him," my mom advised as she wheeled out into the living room.
"But-"
"If you don't do what I say right this instant, Elizabeth Kururugi, I will not allow you to leave your room for anything other than school until you are legally an adult," Mom said in her bittersweet voice. That meant if I didn't do whatever the hell she'd told me to do I was gonna pay for it.
"Fine…" I groaned. After this point there was no way I could argue with her. I could hypothetically, but I preferred to keep my life… Reluctantly, I joined her and Yusei in the living room.
I ignored him along with my Mom and threw out the bun I had dropped on the floor. I grabbed another and sat down at the table. Yusei smiled sheepishly at me. I returned his smile with a glare. I mouthed the word 'stalker' behind the bean bun so Mom wouldn't see. The smile turned into a scowl…A surprisingly cute scowl…Wait what? No falling for stalkers!
"My daughter can be strange at times."
"Mom!"
She ignored my outburst and smiled at Yusei. "So…where do you live?"
"Um…well…nowhere right now…a lot's happened…" he answered nervously.
"We have an extra room. You're free to use it."
"Mom! I live here too!" I pointed at Yusei, deliberately being rude. "What if he tries something?"
Mom waved my protests away. "You have a lock and a black belt, sweetie. I think you'll be fine. And don't point; it's rude."
Frustrated I put my hand down, clenching it under the table.
"So whattaya say?"
Yusei's smile was tiny, but it was for my Mom. "That'd be great."
I smacked my hand on the table. Both my Mom and Yusei jumped. "I'll make dinner," I said, and stood up. I took refuge in the attached kitchen.
"Don't worry. She'll get used to you," Mom told him.
"I hope so…"
Not likely… I stuck my tongue out and him and quickly retracted it when Mom turned around to see what I'd done because of Yusei's expression.
"For your sake, I hope so too…"
