Curing His Love Allergy

Chapter 32 - We found Love in a Hopeless Place

It was dinner time and my aunt and uncle were baking chicken and potatoes.

They seemed to like France; he was making jokes, laughing, and charming them with his big smile.

"Tiara, may I have a word please?" Aunt Sara asked.

"Yeah sure."

We walked up the stairs, then sat at the top, our favorite spot.

"What is it, auntie?"

"Well, don't take this the wrong way, hun." She smiled, taking my hand in hers.

"Then what is it?" I furrowed my brows, now confused.

"Are you two dating?" she asked me.

"Not yet, but I like him A LOT," I told her and myself.

"That's great, but just make sure that you're using protection." She laughed, teasing me. I scrunched up my nose in disgust.

"We haven't reached there yet, plus I'm a virgin," I reassured her.

"Well, that's not why I wanted to talk. What's happening, Tiara? Why did you come back home so soon?"

"Well..." I trailed off, thinking of a lie because it was obvious she did not know that I had gotten shot.

"I got shot a month ago and figured that if I came here, I could clear my mind from all the drama. And yes, I am—" I started, but my aunt pulled me into a tight hug, taking my breath away.

"Why didn't you call...? Why didn't you tell me? I would've made my way to New York. I can't afford to lose anyone else," she sniffled.

"It's okay, Aunt Sara. I am okay." Even though she didn't know the real reason why I came here, I was glad to see her nonetheless.

"Dinner's ready!" Uncle Joe called out.

"Let's go." Aunt Sara said, then wiped at her eyes, pulling me from the ground.

When we went back downstairs, I really realized that I was home.

I sat beside France, then took up my plate. I turned to him before taking what I wanted from the feast. "Isn't this full circle? Do you remember when you spilled gravy on me?"

He laughed, "How could I forget?"

"Don't you dare spill any on me tonight," I playfully warned him.

We laughed, then tucked into our food. My uncle was a really great cook; even France complimented him.

Not long after we finished eating, France said that he was tired. "Let me show you to the guest room," I offered.

"I'll take the bags up the stairs," he said to me.

I got up from the table and gave my aunt a knowing look.

France got up not long after me and retrieved the suitcases from the living room.

We walked up the stairs and saw two hallways. My room was to the left, as well as the guestroom; the other hall was where my aunt and uncle resided.

"Okay, so this is my room," I told him, stopping at the first door. I opened my room door and saw that it was the same room I left; the only thing different about it was the new sheets on the bed. I motioned for France to come inside. When he did, he left my suitcase at the door and sat on my bed while I sat at my desk.

"We need to talk," he told me.

I sighed, "Fine. Who is Adrienne? I thought we were going to work something out, France, because it is obvious that we can't be just friends."