Saturday:
We were both sitting in my room. Rome was laying back in my bed staring at the ceiling, talking about something that I wasn't listening to. I was leaning against my windowsill looking down at the garden in the backyard.
I watched some birds jump around on the ground. Our garden was a sad sight, my parents didn't have time for it, of course, so it was overgrown and wild. It kind of reminded me of the Secret Garden. Not a book that I particularly enjoyed or remembered because I had to read it for school back in like seventh grade.
Maybe I should go down and fix it up.
I knew that probably wouldn't happen, but it made me feel better to think like that.
Then I noticed Rome had stopped talking. That was happening more and more frequently but it never failed to concern me... Er... Not that I cared that much I mean. Though his general mood had improved from earlier in the week when he brushed my hair I could tell something was bothering him.
I began to turn so that I could get a look at him, to see if he was starring at the ceiling like I thought he probably was, when I felt two warm hands on my waist. I jumped a bit, not at all expecting it. While I was growing used to Rome's touchy feelyness sometimes I was caught off guard... Maybe more often than 'sometimes'.
He pulled me back, I stumbled a little trying to get my balance. We fell backward, luckily it was because he bumped into the edge of my bed so we had a soft landing. He ended up sprawled out looking confused and had let go of me. I manage to stay upright sitting on his lap. Thoroughly annoyed I grabbed a book from the bedside table and hit him in the forehead with it.
"You're mean!" he whined, rubbing his forehead, "I did absolutely nothing wrong!"
I rolled my eyes, "You don't just grab people like that, idiot,"
"Well, I wasn't grabbing 'people', I was grabbing you! It's funny because you're so shy." he laughed, running his hands up my sides. I cringed away, face heating up.
That does it.
I quickly snatched a pillow and moved to sit on his stomach, my knees on either side of his chest. He stared at me blankly. I shoved the pillow over his face and held it in hopes that he would suffocate peacefully. Unfortunately I don't think anybody being suffocated goes down peacefully.
At first Rome flailed his arms and legs, trying to knock me off but I think then his brain caught up with what was going on. He grabbed my shoulders and rolled over, pinning me down. He snatched the pillow away and hovered over me, glaring. Resolving not to go down so easily I rapped my legs around his waist and prepared for a death roll when there was a knock and my bedroom door swung open.
My mother stood in the doorway. I looked very much like my mother, the spitting image or so I was told. She was a few inches shorter than me, smooth pale skin, short (shorter than mine) shiny blond hair, and her eyes, which at that moment were wide, nearly the same blue-green shade as mine.
For a long moment nobody moved. I wasn't sure who it was more awkward for. Me, laying pinned beneath my male friend, whom my mother had never seen, with my legs wrapped around his waist. Or for my mother who was seeing her only son, who she couldn't remember the last time she paid attention to (and probably didn't care to remember) in this position. Rome didn't seem that bothered by the uncomfortable silence. He just slipped my legs off of him, I was frozen in place, and stood up, sticking out his hand to shake my mother's.
"Romulus Vargas," Rome stated, I resisted the urge to facepalm at his idiocy.
Only him...
My mother seemed to get a hold of herself and shook his hand, "I thought I heard someone up here, I'm Germania's mother," she smiled, it was forced, I was sure of that but Rome didn't seem to notice.
Rome's smile widened, "I see, you two look very much alike. I'm pleased to finally meet you."
Well, wasn't someone being quite the gentlemen.
"It's nice to meet you as well. Germania doesn't usually bring friends to meet us," mother sighed dramatically, "I wish we could communicate better," she looked over at me wistfully.
Liar.
I kept my face as normal as possible but it was hard to cover my irritation.
"But you can't have everything," she smiled up at Rome, "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"Sure~"
Mother nodded, "I'll call when it's ready," and with that she left.
Rome turned toward me, "She seems nice."
I nodded absently, that's what they all thought.
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Rome's point of view:
After meeting Germania's mother I concluded that she seemed like a nice person (and very pretty too) but something was up with 'Mania. He seemed more withdrawn than usual, or maybe it was just my imagination. It did seem harder to make conversation than usual but it was a short wait for dinner.
Germania's mother called us down to a dinner of spaghetti, there I met 'Mania's dad. He was about my height, thin, short dirty blond hair, and blue eyes. Not so much resemblance to his son as his wife had.
"Romulus Vargas." I introduced myself for a second time, holding out my hand once again.
He shook it firmly, "Nice to meet you, if I had known we were having a guest then I would have made something... Less hurried." he said with a smile.
"No problem, nice to meet you too." I grinned.
We all sat down, the parents on one side, Germania and myself on the other.
During the course of the meal I chatted with Germania's parents but I noticed a certain blond pushing around his food instead of eating it. Something was definitely up. I don't think he said a single word for the rest of the evening in fact.
After dinner I had to leave, mom was expecting me. I said a quick goodbye to the parents and walked toward the door.
"Germania, don't you want to say goodbye to your friend?" 'mania's mom asked in that classic parent 'it's not a suggestion so do it' voice.
Reluctantly Germania stepped forward, "Goodbye," he sighed. Okay, so he said one word but that's it.
I smiled and ruffled his hair, effectively messing it up, "Bye~"
He glared at me adorabl- I mean menacingly and flattened his hair back down. Then I turned and left.
Tomorrow, I decided, I would figure it all out.
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Germania's point of view:
After saying goodbye to Rome I turned to go up to my room, not wanting to spend more time than needed with my parents but was unfortunately prevented from doing so as my mother stepped in front of me. She had dropped her fake smile was frowning at me.
"Who was he?" she asked. My guess was she was asking how I met him and what our relationship was, seeing how she saw us before.
"A classmate and friend of mine, we have an English project to do together." I answered coolly, keeping emotion out of my voice.
She made a sound of disbelief, "English project? Then was that in your room?" at this point my father had joined in on frowning at me, glaring slightly in disgust. Obviously they had the wrong idea.
"Well, we were fighting."
"Fighting?" my mother did not seem to buy it, "And you ended up on that position?"
"Yes." it sounded pretty lame but it was the truth.
Mother snorted, "Whatever you say. Tell me about this project."
I sighed, "Our English teach assigned us a partner, that being Rome, and told us to get to know then so that we could write an essay on them," she still looked like she didn't believe me, "Check progress book if you want."
"Fine," she said and looked me over disapprovingly, "And you really need a haircut, no wonder you're attracting guys like that. This is why you don't have any other friends." I felt a wave of anger wash over me. They only cared to pay attention long enough to tell me what I was doing wrong with myself.
"I do not need a haircut." I stated, gaze glued to the ground.
"Yes, you do. When people see you they are seeing the product of us," she pointed toward my father and herself, "And we don't want them to think we are anything like you. You are giving us a bad name, I should have taken care of this sooner," she shook her head, "I can't imagine what they must think. I'm taking you to cut your hair tomorrow."
I felt my throat tighten and my eyes started to burn.
I will not cry. I will not cry.
I clenched my fists and didn't say anything.
Mother nodded and waved a hand toward the stairs, "Good, now go up to your room. We have so many things we need to start correcting with you," she sighed, "I really, really should have done this sooner. Oh well, go on."
I walked slowly up to my room, trying to ignore they're gazes (more like glares) on my back.
When I reached the top step mother called for me, "Oh, one last thing to keep in mind. I don't want you hanging around with that Romulus so after you finish your project that is the end of it, am I understood?" I nodded without turning and walked down the hall into my room. I shut the door slowly, I couldn't let my emotions get the better of me. I pressed my hand over my eyes. Still feeling close to tears.
Even though my parents didn't care for me the things they said were hurtful and I could not ignore them. They just cut through me and if mother didn't like Rome she wouldn't let me anywhere near him. Hopefully tomorrow Rome would show up so that I would have an excuse for skipping the haircut because that was not happening.
Sitting on my bed I curled up into a ball, this is why I didn't want Rome to meet them. This is why I didn't want them to pay attention to me. But part of me wanted their attention, they were my parents after all.
God... If only life was fair, or the very least unfair in my favor. But no, what fun would that be?
It seemed my good fortune had come to an end.
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A/N: Blah... I wrote part of this story while being swarmed by mosquitoes on an island in North Carolina and part waiting to go home from my dad's 50 mile race (he's insane I swear). But I reread the other chapters and realized that I made Germania hit Rome A LOT, oh well he deserves it.
I've been unmotivated and have developed an obsession for Star Trek (the next generation) and Starsky and Hutch (thank you ladyknights104 XD).
And so we meet the parents. Dad doesn't talk much and mom is evil. I think I like dysfunctional families. This is probably because I grew up in a perfect, happy little family.
Progress book is a thing parents can get on to check their kid's grades and work. I don't know if other schools have it so I thought I would clarify.
-_- weird thing just happened. My sister and her friend burst into my room, calling me Keyladeda (I don't even know where they got that), and treated me like a baby...
Anyway, thanks for all the favs/alerts/reviews you guys are super : )
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