RAIsed of Drama

Chapter 3

Sunday Love

I don’t know when did I fell asleep, but it is Sunday now. Sundays are the best since mom started to cook her famous cookies and cream flavoured ice cream with pancakes. It’s excellent and tasty and my favourite breakfast of all times.

I’m excited about it, so I go out, still wearing the same old purple shirt I was wearing yesterday and jeans. I never thought Antonio would pass the night leaning against my door, still trying to get me to forgive him. Didn’t mom help him get to a bed? He usually sleeps in the couch whenever he stays overnight or in my room, on the floor, but never on the door, where I can hit him on the head with the door.

“Ouch” he moans rubbing his head in a failed try of making the pain go. Anyways, he immediately leaves that matter and stands up quickly to keep me from leaving him. “Riley, please, I know I made things worse, but please forgive me, please”

“You said please three times.” I pointed out.

“Please. That makes it four times. Please forgive me! I’ll make it up to you, I promise! What about movies and dinner? On my count!”

“Five times of ‘please’ and a forgiving-date, huh?”

“Yes?”

I stared at him, all still. Why did he always convince me to do something whenever I’m mad at him. He’s unbelievable! However, I cannot help but forgive him… Oh God, who am I kidding? I’m too in love with him not to be with him every time I can. I’m disappointed of my own self now, but still, I say:

“Okay. But you better make it great, or else…”

“Or else?”

“You know. Now, will you let me go get my favourite breakfast or do I have to kick you first?” I say suddenly aware of the hunger in my stomach. He only laughed as he moved to let me pass, as always.

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Breakfast was excellent! Antonio stayed for it, of course. I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s mom’s special pancakes! MOM’S COOK! I don’t want to sound pretentious, but my mother is the best cook on earth and even if he won’t admit it, he loves it whenever I invite him to dinner with us. He’s mom’s cook addict as much as I’m a chocolate addict, and believe me, that is going far.

“So you liked special pancakes, huh?” I ask him on our way to the cinemas.

“Your mother rules whenever cooking has something to do with my happiness” he replies, his eyes shining. I’ve always thought on making my mother teach me her recipes so one day I can make his meals and then fall in love, both of us, in a picnic made by myself. Oh, I’m such a romantic…

“Well of course! Mom wanted to be a chef when she was younger”

If not because dad fell in coma suddenly, she wouldn’t have spent the money for her career to pay hospitals. Dad stayed in coma for about three years. It was devastating for mom and me, but mostly for her. She had to sacrifice it all for nothing. This is why I’m starting to work at a Starbuck in the mall, to gain enough money to send mom to college and finally let her have her degree. She deserves it more than anyone in this world does. And the Torres's family helps a lot in that matter too. Funny, because they both sell cars although their son does not have one.

"Um... so how things did really went with her?" I heard myself asking.

He stares at me for a sec, trying to decide if telling me or not is a good choice.

"It was fine" he only answers. I make a grimace. I know he doesn't want me to get angry at him, but the way he said 'fine', definitely means more than that. He even looks a bit dreamy too, but I definitely don't want to think about.