After two hours of just working on this and that, I was almost finished with most of the work I needed to make up and was done with my homework. So, I decided to head downstairs and see what mother was up to. I found her with her legs outstretched on the couch watching TV. I lifted her legs, sat down and put her legs on my lap. "Hello mother" I spoke. She smiled at me, "Hey. Got your work all done yet?" She asked me, her eyes not moving from the screen. I just shrugged, "Mostly. I decided I should take a break and hang out with you for the rest of the night if that's alright?" I asked her.

She smiled once more and nodded, "Of course Norman. Anything you'd like to watch?" She asked me. I shrugged, "Whatever your watching is fine with me." I spoke. She nodded and turned her head towards the screen.

My eyes roamed mothers features. From her blonde hair to the curve of her hip. For an unknown reason, mother flashed inside my head tied to a bed as her back arched. I shifted to see what we where watching and saw it was the TV Show CSI. An older episode by the looks of it, since Gil was in here and in the current ones he wasn't. The two of us watched a marathon of the show up until midnight. That's when mother fell asleep and her feet where still on my lap and my hand had gradually raised to her thigh. But, I don't know if she noticed or not. My hand itched further and further till my fingertips hit the edge of her shorts.

My breath hitched in my mouth when mother moved her head and whispered out my name.

Taking that as a cue to stop whatever I was doing, I picked her up and took her to her bedroom. Tucked her in gently, kissed her forehead and told her goodnight. "Night Norman" She breathed out to me sleepily before hugging a pillow to her. I half smiled as I left her room and went into mine in the next room. I sat down on my bed as I grabbed my sketch book that I had since I could remember. Mother said that had a gift at sketching and that she liked my gift. If she liked my gift, then I liked my gift.

So, I just drew without knowing what I was drawing as my mind thought back to when mother came into my room and gave me a massage, if you wanted to call it that. There was no way that what I felt on my back could have been mother getting wet? By me nonetheless? No way it could be true. But, I felt it. I know she did and the wetness that I felt when I put my hand on my back was all the proof that I needed.

But, as I yawned I knew I needed to go to sleep. So with a glance of my unfinished sketch which looked like it was taking shape of a house or something, I lent my head back on my pillow and shut my eyes.

Next Day- Gym Class

I was running around the track, trying to keep busy so that I wouldn't think of mother. The curve of her hips, the fullness of her lips. All the stuff. I tried my hardest not to think of those things and just focused on the task at hand. The class had to run a mile, or about five laps, around the track in under five minutes. I had one more lap to do and I was done, even though I had three minutes to spare.

As I finished my last lap, I went to sit on the benches and just rest as the others ran or walked around the track.

Mother wanted to go fishing on Saturday. She said she used to take me fishing when I was little, even though I don't remember any of the fishing trips she said we took. She said she needed to get away from the drama for a bit and said we'd leave on Friday to go up to a cabin and then fish Saturday. That gave us about three days to get everything ready.

So, with time to kill I took out my sketch book and continued on the drawing I was doing of the house or whatever my mind tried to come up with. After three minutes have gone by, and with only the makings of two letters, the gym teacher told us to get back inside and do something that involved movement. And, track being the only athletic thing I could really do any good at, I just walked around the gym as I tried to dodge basketballs and volleyballs that came my way as I wondered what mother was doing

Norma's POV

It didn't really shock me that Norman forgot about our fishing trips. He always had trouble remember things.

I just sighed as I got the laundry going and then went outside to see if anyone was at the front desk to rent a room. Sadly, there was no one yet. But, that would change. I swear I would find a way. "Might as well clean some rooms" I told myself as I went back to the house and got out some cleaning products as I went to clean the rooms. Just incase someone did need a room to stay in.

I got down on my knees as I scrubbed the floor, having gotten rid of all the carpets a few weeks ago. I just kept on scrubbing till my knees went numb and stopped before I went to clean off the bed. "Mother!" I heard Norman's loud voice yelling for me. I looked at the time, not realizing I had been scrubbing that long and just shrugged it off. "In here Norman!" I yelled at him. A few seconds later he came in through the door. "What are you doing?" He asked me, looking around.

I just shrugged, "Cleaning some rooms just incase someone comes and needs a room. You never know." I spoke. He nodded, "Need help?" He asked as he shifted from one foot to another. I shook my head no, "Go to the house and clean up. Ill be up in a few, kay?" I said/asked him. He grinned at me, walked forward and kissed my cheek before leaving for the house.

I smiled at his retreating form before I got back to cleaning the bed, thinking about the weekend and wondering what would happen.

r/r. tell me wat ya think

this isn't going to be a long story. maybe two or three more chapters at best. I just needed to get this story off my chest is all.

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