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doing good things for her mood.
She’s a whole new woman, and even though I asked her after the second date when I was going to get to meet him and she’d shut me down, I would still like to thank him.
This is the mom I remember as a kid.
The one that wasn’t so beat down going to work every day, coming home and repeating the same cycle that she’d lost the spark she had before. The very same one that fostered my love of pictures at an early age because she was always taking them with me.
The mom I missed.
“Someone seems happy.” I observe and the blush creeps across her cheeks even deeper. “Does this have something to do with the mystery man you refuse to let me meet?”
“We’ve been over this, Emery. When the time is right, you’ll meet, but if it’s going to end before it’s got a chance to begin, I don’t want to take the chance. We’ve been through enough. I’m not adding more to it.”
“You’re not answering my question.”
“Yes, it has a little something to do with Nicholas, but that’s all you’re getting.”
Feeling particularly cheeky now that I’ve caught her showering her happiness all over the house when I’m sure she wanted to keep it quiet, I push my luck.
“Why is it that when I’m interested in a guy you’re all over me and I’ve got to tell you every detail about him, straight down to his shoe size, but I can’t do the same with you?”
“Because I’m your mother, that’s why.”
“You use that answer for everything, Mom. It’s getting old. By my estimation, it’s about as old as you are.”
“Emery Rose, watch your mouth! You’re still young enough to use the soap on.”
“If I curse, maybe, but since I didn’t, that’s an empty threat and you know it.”
“When your baby girl comes to you in thirty years and says the same thing to you, I want you to come back and tell me how it makes you feel. Until then, reign it in.”
“You’re no fun.”
Backing out of the room and picking my bag up off the floor, I barely hit the stairs before she’s calling out.
“That’s the point!”
Thankful she can’t see the roll that my eyes instinctively do whenever she talks complete crazy, I head up the stairs and into my room, hanging my bag on the door before sliding my hand into the side pocket and bringing out my phone.
Waking it from its slumber with a sharp drag across the screen, I’m met with a bunch of notifications from Facebook, the majority of which are from Johnny, and two messages.
Ignoring the notifications, I open the messages, only to find that the two that are waiting for me are from none other than the guy I just spent the last twenty minutes at the bus stop waiting with.
I can’t believe how bug eyed Yorke got when we performed today. That was insane. Why didn’t anyone tell me music classes could be like that?
And about fifteen minutes after the first, another one.
Hey. I know this is kinda short notice, but my dad scored four passes for The Expendables 3 and I asked Jonah to come. Since I know how dreamy you think he is, I was thinking maybe you and JD might wanna come too. ;)
One time I mention that I like action flicks when we were taking a break from working on our assignment and look what happens.
He asks me on a date.
Sure, Johnny and Jonah will be there so it’s not exactly a date, but still. It’s a little strange.
Does he know the way I’ve been looking at him lately? The thoughts I’ve been having, and at least for the last couple of nights, the random dreams that have been starring him, or is this just random?
Bringing up the text box, I start typing out a message, but not before my phone shakes in my hand and another one comes through.
It’s not a date. Repeat. This is not a date.
With the sigh that escapes after reading, you’d think I’d be happier about it, but with how personal things got this morning in the music room, how quick he is to make sure I know it’s not a date actually stings.
Suck it
She’s a whole new woman, and even though I asked her after the second date when I was going to get to meet him and she’d shut me down, I would still like to thank him.
This is the mom I remember as a kid.
The one that wasn’t so beat down going to work every day, coming home and repeating the same cycle that she’d lost the spark she had before. The very same one that fostered my love of pictures at an early age because she was always taking them with me.
The mom I missed.
“Someone seems happy.” I observe and the blush creeps across her cheeks even deeper. “Does this have something to do with the mystery man you refuse to let me meet?”
“We’ve been over this, Emery. When the time is right, you’ll meet, but if it’s going to end before it’s got a chance to begin, I don’t want to take the chance. We’ve been through enough. I’m not adding more to it.”
“You’re not answering my question.”
“Yes, it has a little something to do with Nicholas, but that’s all you’re getting.”
Feeling particularly cheeky now that I’ve caught her showering her happiness all over the house when I’m sure she wanted to keep it quiet, I push my luck.
“Why is it that when I’m interested in a guy you’re all over me and I’ve got to tell you every detail about him, straight down to his shoe size, but I can’t do the same with you?”
“Because I’m your mother, that’s why.”
“You use that answer for everything, Mom. It’s getting old. By my estimation, it’s about as old as you are.”
“Emery Rose, watch your mouth! You’re still young enough to use the soap on.”
“If I curse, maybe, but since I didn’t, that’s an empty threat and you know it.”
“When your baby girl comes to you in thirty years and says the same thing to you, I want you to come back and tell me how it makes you feel. Until then, reign it in.”
“You’re no fun.”
Backing out of the room and picking my bag up off the floor, I barely hit the stairs before she’s calling out.
“That’s the point!”
Thankful she can’t see the roll that my eyes instinctively do whenever she talks complete crazy, I head up the stairs and into my room, hanging my bag on the door before sliding my hand into the side pocket and bringing out my phone.
Waking it from its slumber with a sharp drag across the screen, I’m met with a bunch of notifications from Facebook, the majority of which are from Johnny, and two messages.
Ignoring the notifications, I open the messages, only to find that the two that are waiting for me are from none other than the guy I just spent the last twenty minutes at the bus stop waiting with.
I can’t believe how bug eyed Yorke got when we performed today. That was insane. Why didn’t anyone tell me music classes could be like that?
And about fifteen minutes after the first, another one.
Hey. I know this is kinda short notice, but my dad scored four passes for The Expendables 3 and I asked Jonah to come. Since I know how dreamy you think he is, I was thinking maybe you and JD might wanna come too. ;)
One time I mention that I like action flicks when we were taking a break from working on our assignment and look what happens.
He asks me on a date.
Sure, Johnny and Jonah will be there so it’s not exactly a date, but still. It’s a little strange.
Does he know the way I’ve been looking at him lately? The thoughts I’ve been having, and at least for the last couple of nights, the random dreams that have been starring him, or is this just random?
Bringing up the text box, I start typing out a message, but not before my phone shakes in my hand and another one comes through.
It’s not a date. Repeat. This is not a date.
With the sigh that escapes after reading, you’d think I’d be happier about it, but with how personal things got this morning in the music room, how quick he is to make sure I know it’s not a date actually stings.
Suck it
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