Detention With The Bad Boy

ⅩⅦ - Unexpected Visit

"HONEY." My mom calls out and knocks.

I shoved one last popcorn into my mouth and paused the movie, before answering. "Come on in, mum."

The door opens and my mum dressed in her pjs walks in. She's grinning from ear to ear and she's blushing.

My eyes widen and I panicked. Something's wrong.

"Mum. Are you alright?"

She gives me a cheeky smile. "Ofcourse hun, why wouldn't I be?"

I grabbed her hand and pulled her down, I placed the back of my hand on her forehead, and checked her temperature. Normal. I frown at her.

"Mom, are you on drugs?"

She gives me a don't-be-stupid stare and pulled her hand back. "Why on earth would I use drugs?"

"You're happy." I point out. "The joyfullness is reeking from you."

"So?"

"You're never happy mum." She frowns at me, offended. "You're either just zen like calm or contented. You're never happy."

She gives me the stink eye and snorts. "Gee, what a daughter you are."

I shrugged. "Just being honest."

"Is it wrong for me to be happy like this?"

"What? No. Ofcourse not mum. Happy suites you. It's just that-"

"Just what?"

I eyed her suspisciously. "It's just that you're freaking me out. You look like you've got a hanger stuck in your mouth."

She scowls at me playfully and grabs some popcorn.

"Hey! Mine."

"What's yours is mine." She countered.

I glared at her when she shoved a handful of that caramel goodness into her mouth, and she just smiled innocently.

I just sat there waiting and looking at my mom impatiently. The happy smile still etched on her lips, while she sat there and also stared at me.

What is she doing?

"Mom!" I yelled.

"What?"

"Not meaning to be rude or anything, but. . . Why are you here?"

"Oh, that." She chuckles and ate some more popcorn. "There's a hot man waiting for you downstairs."

I choked on the popcorn that I was currently swallowing, and started to cough uncontrollably. My mom patts my back softly and asked if I'm okay.

Okay? Okay? I'm choking and a guy is downstairs, and she's asking me if I'm okay?

"Mom!" I scold after managing to swallow those deadly yummy goodness.

"What?" She asks defensively.

"Why didn't you tell me that someone's down stairs?"

"I just did!" She raises her hands defensively.

"Ugh! No! That wasn't what I meant! You should have told me earlier!" I stood up from the bed and wiped the caramel from the popcorn on my pjs.

"Who is he?" I asked, agitated.

"He said he's your boyfriend." My mom winked and wiggled her brows suggestively.

Ashton?

"Oh, mum! Could you be any less immature?" I walked into my closet and grabbed some clothes and threw it on the bed. "Did Ashton tell you why he's here?" I asked, looking at my mom.