after din ner to eat desert, Mrs. Taylor? I’ll spoil my dinner.”
Mom snorts and rolls her eyes. “I’m not like most mothers. It’s just one, take one.” She sounds like a drug pusher.
Liam glances over at me and smiles. My stomach flutters and I pretend to be interested in the potatoes . Jeez, when did his smile get so pretty? “Okay, here it goes.” He reac hes over and takes one. He puts it in his mouth and I hate that I watch his mouth when he does. His full lips devour the chocolate goodness. Stop it, Katy.
“These are…” he pauses for effect, his eyes directing back and forth between my mother and me, “awesome.”
Mom hollers and thrusts her fist in the air, with a fist pump. “Another one converted, my dear.” She smiles. “Call the others!”
I laugh. My mother is too embarrassing sometimes.
When dinner is ready I set the table and we all sit down to eat. It’s surprisingly normal. We chatted about our project and non-important things.
“So,” Mom says, clearing her throat, “are you two official now?”
I try not to cho k e on my chicken. I didn’t even really think about how this would look to my mother. Everyone else knows, we have to try and pull it off, so I have to tell her right?
“Yes,” I say, taking a sip of my drink.
She smirks and I see she is trying to hide it. Heat rises to my cheeks and I pretend to really enjoy my mashed potatoes.
“You’re blushing,” Liam blurts out. I glance up at him and give him the death glare.
Mom smiles. “She is a blusher, she always has been.”
“I caught that quickly,” Liam winks.
Kill me now.
After dinner Mom basically pushes us out and says she can handle the dishes. That’s a firs t. She normally asks me to help while she ‘pretends’ to wash the stove. It ’s never as dirty as she says it is.
Liam walks to our swing in the back yard and sits down. I follow him and sit down next to him.
He wraps his arms over the back of the swing. “Thanks, Katy,” he says.
“For what?” I ask.
“For inviting me over. It was nice. My family hasn’t been like this in a long, long time. I miss it. This was…nice. ”
I bite my lip. How freaking sad. I’m determined not to think about a small child watching the empty house and wondering what he done wrong. I never think about having dinner with Dad or Mom. It is always just normal. Now that Dad’s gone it’s gonna sting, but Mom will never stop having dinner with me. I hope . “Well, you have a Jeep. You know where I live. You can come over anytime you want for dinner.”
Liam looks down at me and I watch the confusion dance in his eyes. Uncomfortable, I push my shoulder into his. “You are my boyfriend now, remember?”
He shakes his head and smiles. “How could I forget? You’ve totally altered my reputation. I actually had a teacher give me a half smile today.”
“Things are really looking up. I’m sure that never happens.” I smile.
Chapter Five
“What is up with you?” Jennifer asks, waving her hand in front of my face.
I jolt out of my daze, shaking my head. “What are you talking about?”
Jennifer throws down her half eaten chicken nuggets , narrowing her eyes. “Something isn’t right with the two of you. Something is weird. I can feel it. ”
I take a sip of my drink to distract myself from her glare. “What do you mean, Jennifer? What are you like a Private Investigator or something?”
“Call it my incredible Asian instincts.” She cocks an eyebrow.
I roll my eyes. “Okay, well give it to me. What’s wrong with us?”
“You two don’t touch,” she says so matter of fact.
“Hey! ” I lift my hand. “ We hold hands all the time--,”
“No,” she cuts me off, waving her finger in my face, “you don’t kiss. You just hug or hold hands. And correct me if
Mom snorts and rolls her eyes. “I’m not like most mothers. It’s just one, take one.” She sounds like a drug pusher.
Liam glances over at me and smiles. My stomach flutters and I pretend to be interested in the potatoes . Jeez, when did his smile get so pretty? “Okay, here it goes.” He reac hes over and takes one. He puts it in his mouth and I hate that I watch his mouth when he does. His full lips devour the chocolate goodness. Stop it, Katy.
“These are…” he pauses for effect, his eyes directing back and forth between my mother and me, “awesome.”
Mom hollers and thrusts her fist in the air, with a fist pump. “Another one converted, my dear.” She smiles. “Call the others!”
I laugh. My mother is too embarrassing sometimes.
When dinner is ready I set the table and we all sit down to eat. It’s surprisingly normal. We chatted about our project and non-important things.
“So,” Mom says, clearing her throat, “are you two official now?”
I try not to cho k e on my chicken. I didn’t even really think about how this would look to my mother. Everyone else knows, we have to try and pull it off, so I have to tell her right?
“Yes,” I say, taking a sip of my drink.
She smirks and I see she is trying to hide it. Heat rises to my cheeks and I pretend to really enjoy my mashed potatoes.
“You’re blushing,” Liam blurts out. I glance up at him and give him the death glare.
Mom smiles. “She is a blusher, she always has been.”
“I caught that quickly,” Liam winks.
Kill me now.
After dinner Mom basically pushes us out and says she can handle the dishes. That’s a firs t. She normally asks me to help while she ‘pretends’ to wash the stove. It ’s never as dirty as she says it is.
Liam walks to our swing in the back yard and sits down. I follow him and sit down next to him.
He wraps his arms over the back of the swing. “Thanks, Katy,” he says.
“For what?” I ask.
“For inviting me over. It was nice. My family hasn’t been like this in a long, long time. I miss it. This was…nice. ”
I bite my lip. How freaking sad. I’m determined not to think about a small child watching the empty house and wondering what he done wrong. I never think about having dinner with Dad or Mom. It is always just normal. Now that Dad’s gone it’s gonna sting, but Mom will never stop having dinner with me. I hope . “Well, you have a Jeep. You know where I live. You can come over anytime you want for dinner.”
Liam looks down at me and I watch the confusion dance in his eyes. Uncomfortable, I push my shoulder into his. “You are my boyfriend now, remember?”
He shakes his head and smiles. “How could I forget? You’ve totally altered my reputation. I actually had a teacher give me a half smile today.”
“Things are really looking up. I’m sure that never happens.” I smile.
Chapter Five
“What is up with you?” Jennifer asks, waving her hand in front of my face.
I jolt out of my daze, shaking my head. “What are you talking about?”
Jennifer throws down her half eaten chicken nuggets , narrowing her eyes. “Something isn’t right with the two of you. Something is weird. I can feel it. ”
I take a sip of my drink to distract myself from her glare. “What do you mean, Jennifer? What are you like a Private Investigator or something?”
“Call it my incredible Asian instincts.” She cocks an eyebrow.
I roll my eyes. “Okay, well give it to me. What’s wrong with us?”
“You two don’t touch,” she says so matter of fact.
“Hey! ” I lift my hand. “ We hold hands all the time--,”
“No,” she cuts me off, waving her finger in my face, “you don’t kiss. You just hug or hold hands. And correct me if
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