"Ally, could you please come downstairs?" I heard my mom call from downstairs.
I felt Elliot, my boyfriend, frown as my lips left his and I turned away from him, "One second!" I patted my dress down to make it look like Elliot and I may have not just been sharing a very heated kiss just a second ago.
"I'll be back in a sec, she probably just wants to tell me that dinner's ready soon or something, " I smirked, "she also just wants to make sure were not having sex or something." I laughed, throwing a pillow at Elliot. He blushed slightly, probably images of what had just happened coursing through his head.
"Hurry back," he chuckled, pecking my cheek as I tried to scurry out the door.
"Ally!" My mother yelled again, causing me to move down the stairs at a much quicker pace than I was already moving at, her patience was clearly running low. I practically ran into the kitchen to find delicious fumes wafting into my nose, and her back to me stirring the pot of stew she was preparing for dinner.
"Sweetie, I have to ask you to tell Elliot to go home. We need to talk about something serious for a little bit." She still hadn't turned around to face me yet, which bothered me a tiny bit. If there was something so important, why not just tell me now? Elliot was just going to find out sooner or later anyways. And why couldn't she look at me when she was talking?
"But Mom! Elliot was going to stay for dinner!" I protested, "Am I in trouble?" Looking at the ground, I didn't think it would be possible for me to be in trouble, but you never know.
"Of course not, there is just going to be something happening, and it would be best if Elliot wasn't here." She then turned around to show she wasn't being harsh at all, just needed to get her point across. I also saw stress written all over her face. Her hair was graying at the roots, and she looked like she hadn't slept in days. I simply nodded, forgetting the previous anger I held towards her. Scrambling back upstairs I tried to list all of the possibilities of what on Earth could be happening.
After finally getting Elliot to leave, which was not easy at all, I sat at the dining room table with my mother. She gave me a bowl of stew that I blew on to cool down before taking a bite of. I sighed in contentment at my mother's excellent cooking.
"Is it good?" She asked hesitantly. After furiously nodding my head, she smiled herself and began to dig in.
I swallowed down my food and managed to speak out, "So, what's going on that Elliot had to leave?"
I couldn't hide the emotions in my voice, I sounded scared. In all honesty, I was. I was extremely worried, my mother looked stressed beyond relief, and the only thing she was able to talk about lately was the fact that her latest movie hadn't ended working out as planned. My mom is a director, and the budget for the movie had been too low, so the whole production had been shut down. My mom isn't a big director; she does small movies or documentaries mostly, so it was enough to get us a decent amount of money without her being noticed as famous.
She looked down at her hands, and then looked back up at me before starting, "Well, you know my latest movie…" she trailed off, as if she couldn't bear to say the words. I nodded showing she should go on, "And the truth is, I've been quite stressed out, because there hasn't been as much money coming in as there used to be…" She looked at her hands again while I processed what she was saying.
"Are you saying we're broke?!" I dropped my spoon into my bowl, creating a loud clang to echo throughout the room.
She shook her head, "Sweetie, not yet. I do have some money still saved away, but I have had to do something to get some money to help pay for the house."
My house was quite large. It had three floors, and a basement. When my parents were married and my mom was directing more movies then she does now, we were quite wealthy. But now that things have slowed down a considerable bit, well you know it hasn't been as easy as it used to be.
"A mother and her son are going to be living here with us; they'll be paying rent so we can keep living here." I knew my mom could never let this house go, she has added on and perfected my house so many times over the years, there was no way she would ever let it go.
"A s-son? How old?" I questioned, of course I was curious! And nervous, and no wonder she wanted Elliot to leave. Elliot can get very protective very easily. It's something I love but hate about him. It's cute that he wants to protect me, but I almost seem like his property at the same time.
"Nineteen," she replied sternly, "I don't want anything going on between you two." She waggled her nimble finger at me.
"Mom! Come on, you know I have Elliot. And, he's too old for me." And yes, I do think he is too old for me, I prefer to stay my own age. I mean, I'm seventeen, so it isn't that big of an age gap, but still. I took another spoonful of stew, and watched her begin to laugh at me.
"We don't know what he looks like, or even acts like yet. But no dating or they're gone." My mom threatened. I just nodded my head.
"What do you know about them?" I asked, scooping more food into my mouth.
"Well they're from New York and they're names are Mimi and Austin Moon." She finished with a nod of her head, while I looked at her astonished.
"That's it?! They could murders for all you know!" I exclaimed; I had a point. Mom just shook her head at me.
"Helen has been a family friend of theirs for years," Helen was also a family friend of us, so that fact comforted me a small bit, "clean up when you're done eating," she said standing up, "They'll be here tomorrow."