CHAPTER 4 Telling Mom
"Oh god, no! She always does this whenever I get a guy to drop me off at home." I had closed my eyes and I rubbed my temples. Then I heard my mom's rushed steps down the front stairs and a slam on the door.
"owww…" she moaned. Lucas grabbed my shoulders and shifted me to the other side of the doorway. He opened the door for my mom only to find her lifting herself off the ground.
"Sorry. I hope I didn't scare you…or dent the door." she patted the door. And silently apologized.
'Wow. Did you hear that? She apologized. To the door. 'I asked in my mind. I knew he could hear me, but he decided to ignore me and help my mom up.
"No don't worry, we're not scared." Lucas chuckled charmingly. My mom seemed charmed.
""Ohohoho!" she blushed. ""And who are you?"
"Well I'm-"
"Why don't you come in? I have some cookies in the oven!" she squealed. Don't eat them. You never know what she put in there. I warned Lucas. He looked at me and nodded sharply, not trying to let my mom know something was different.
We entered my house and my mom led us to the white living room. I sat down on the couch and patted the seat beside me. We sat in silence, but spoke between our minds.
'So, what's so bad about your mom's cookies?'
'One time I found a piece of cloth from my sock I had lost the week before.'
'Gross.'
'Anything else you need to know? '
'Wow. Your living room is nice. It's, well, white.'
'Yup, that's my mom. This is the only room in the house that's not crowded with her junk. '
Just as I said 'junk' my mom steadied herself into the room, carrying her batch of…cookies. She set them down and nudged the plate towards us.
"No thank you. I'm eating supper soon. And speaking of supper, I should really be getting back home." He began to get up from the couch, when thanks to my mom, she pushed him back down.
"So what's your name again?" she asked politely.
"Lucas, ma'am." he said, addressing her.
"Oh, Lucas. That's a nice name." she said while taking a cookie. I noticed out of her back pocket sticking out was a yellow note pad and a pen. Lucas didn't seem to notice that.
Okay that's just nasty. Can I go now? I need to get home, my mom's getting impatient. The whole family's waiting. His hand began to tap on the side of the arm of the couch.
"Uh, Mom? I think Lucas needs to get home for supper." I quickly said.
"But I haven't asked my questions yet!" she whined.
"Thanks for letting me see your beautiful home." he nodded his head appreciatively. Then turned towards me and winked.
See you tomorrow?
Yup. I'll be waiting in homeroom. I winked back. He smiled and with that, he left.
"So," my mom started.
"No way Mom. No way." I interrupted her. I got up and started my way up to my room. She got up before me and took my shoulders, just as Lucas had. I didn't feel the sparks the same way.
"Please?" she whispered. Then she added a puppy dog face. The one that was always used to get to me. I constantly looked away to stop my saying yes. But this time it was different. I just stared. I didn't feel guilty anymore.
"No." I stated, then walked around her.
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The next morning I woke up to the smell of pancakes. Uh oh. She was trying again. I groaned and I heard my mom trotting up the stairs.
"Oh come on! Why won't you tell me something? I only have a few questions!" she pleaded. I just shook my head and walked out of my room.
"NO DON'T!! THERE'S-" but it was too late. I felt something squishy under the soles of my feet. I blinked, then looked down. The pancakes. With syrup. "Pancakes in the doorway…" she finished.
I had to take a shower, just to take the syrup off of my feet which had to be rushed, otherwise I would have been extremely late. I rushed the towelling process and tore a brush through my hair.
"Bye Mom, love you!" I shouted as I ran out the door.
(Sorry guys, this one is soo short. I just needed to make this next one have some suspense.)