I'm trying to think of some excuse to tell you all. But there isn't one, I'm lazy and the summer is too good to waste. And if the chapter looks a little goofy it's probably the computer I'm using, sorry. And I was looking back on chapters and I have no idea why in all the chapters the first sentence repeats itself. It really, really bugs me. I'm kind of wondering if it's just me and I'm crazy. The reviews are appreciated.
Disclaimer: Hello? FanFiction. That basically means, no, I don't own Twilight.
Chapter 10Mr. Banner's POVIt was high school all over again. I even had to go back to school on Monday.
From what my mom had said she didn't like my career choice, mostly because I wasn't making enough money for her taste. Even though my sister couldn't do anything herself, she still made more money and had better things. I didn't know why my mother always compared me to her; it didn't make sense to compare two opposites.
Normally my Sundays were short, but this one seemed to never end. I slept on the floor again, it wasn't as bad tonight, probably because I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow and there wasn't dust bunnies surrounding me. It was the busiest Sunday I'd had in a long time.
When I woke up my mom was already up and watching Regis and Kelly. And I was running late, class was going to start in less then twenty minutes. I rushed to my dresser and picked out the usual, a blue button up shirt and jeans (A/N: if you don't think that's fancy enough for a teacher then you haven't met any of my teachers).
When I gave up on my balding head I ran out the door with a simple "Bye"
I floored the gas pedal and managed to make it to the school with little time. I ran into my classroom panting and some of my students gave me weird looks. The others didn't even notice my arrival they were too busy talking about their wonderful weekends. I'm sure theirs were better than mine. I cleared my throat "Okay, let's open our books" I suggested, breaking up their chattering.
The rest of the day was going by at a normal rate and I remembered what I was looking forward to in biology II. Bella and Edward. I wasn't obsessive, I was simply curious, I told myself.
Bella looked just as disappointed as I felt when Edward didn't walk through the door. I sighed and started another class hour. The students looked so bored, I almost laughed out loud.
The rest of the day went too quickly and I found myself driving home already. My mom would be waiting there…
When I walked in she was talking to herself, "Um hi, I'm home," I announced not wanting to intrude in her conversation. I let out a little sigh of relief when I realized she was just talking to the kitten.
"Well that's obvious," she muttered. I waited for a 'how was your day' but it didn't come, she just continued watching Oprah.
"So, what did you do today" I asked.
"This" she answered motioning at the TV and the chair.
"Oh" was my reply. I took a chair from the dining room table and sat where the couch used to be. "So…" I trailed off.
"So… when ya gonna make dinner" Dinner? I worked all day and she sat around watching TV and she expected me to make dinner. I felt my face turn to fury, but she wasn't looking at me her eyes were glued to the TV.
I smoothed my expression "I don't know, what do you want?" I said calmly.
"Pork chops… or maybe tacos. Or Pork chops AND tacos!" she gave me a wrinkly smile.
"How about we only choose one," I suggested, not wanting to make a buffet.
"Fine. Tacos" she pouted. I sighed and took out some thawed hamburger, thankfully she said tacos I didn't have any pork chops. That was something else to add to the shopping list.
By the time I finished she was licking her chops. "Smells pretty good, Eugene" she complimented. She dished herself up; at least she didn't make it serve it to her. I found out I didn't have taco shells and she didn't mind, she ate the hamburger and cheese on a piece of bread. The hamburger made the bread soggy, it looked disgusting and ruined my appetite.
"Meow" I heard the kitten squeak behind me. It looked at my mom's plate of food.
"Mom, did you feed um, the cat?" I still hadn't thought of a name.
"Nope, it can go catch mice if it's hungry. Otherwise she can starve!" she growled her mouth was full and I could barely understand her.
"Wait… How did you know it's a she?" I asked. She gave me a dumb look and I decided not to press. Now that I knew it was a she maybe it would be easier to name her. I fed her some kitty kibble and she dug in right away.
I paced back and forth trying to find a name that suited her, "Sit down! You're making me dizzy!" my mom whined. "What are you pacin' 'bout anyway?"
"Just trying to figure out a name for her," I answered.
"How 'bout dinner?" she cackled. "Or target!" I wasn't laughing at her stupid jokes. "Get it target? Like a shooting target?" she continued to laugh.
"I got it!" I finally said. I thought of the plainest easiest name to remember, "It'll be Kat"
"Cat? That's a stupid name" she wrinkled her nose.
"No Kat with a 'K'" I said smiling at my own cleverness.
"So, it's still stupid" she disagreed, but I didn't think she really cared that much about the cat anyway.
The night went on and we disagreed about a lot of things, mostly stuff that appeared on TV. She would say something was overpriced and I would try and explain how the economy worked, it would always end with her saying 'it's still too expensive for a hunk of crappy meat on a bun.'
I slept on the living room floor again, this time I couldn't fall asleep, Kat decided to sleep practically on my head. She was purring right in my ear. Until I couldn't stand it any longer, I pushed her awake and she hopped on the chair and slept there instead. That still didn't help. I needed to get a new couch soon.
Next thing I knew I heard my mom getting up and got up too, I was on time this morning. This time I took a shower and cleaned up a bit before I left for school.
"Bye, bye Eugene. Have fun teaching snot-nosed kids their ABCs," my mom snorted before I walked out the door.
"Yeah, you have fun sitting around watching your soap operas" I replied. I didn't think she heard me though.
The rest of the day was the same, except the late part, even Edward didn't show up again. Bella still looked as disappointed as before, if not more. I was kind of disappointed too it was like my own little soap opera playing out in front of me. Maybe I shouldn't tease my mom about watching those. Even if the acting was terrible.
I hoped maybe tomorrow would better, maybe Edward would return or maybe my mom would do something besides watch TV. But I knew hoping wasn't good, it always lead to disappointment.