Breakthrough

Confessions

I didn't even want to get out of the bed the next morning because that day I would have to face the bitch. My mother. Before I knew it I had showered and gotten dressed and was in my car on the way to my parents' house. I mean what could she do? Tell me I couldn't date? Forbid me from her home? I am 24 for crying out loud and I don't like driving all the way over to her house anyways. So basically it's a win win. As I pulled into her driveway my phone dinged with a text message flashing across the screen, it was from Blake.
Good luck today. Hopefully I can still be your date after today!
I then replied with,
Thanks, I'm gonna need it. And you'll still be my date. Might not be at that party but we can make our own. ;)
He then quickly responded with
I like the sound of that even more. White robes only? ;) call me if you need me. Be home in a few days! After putting my car in park and tossing my phone into my purse and going up to the front door I couldn't even knock before my mom swung open the door.
"Come in. We have a lot to do," she barked at me leaving me to shut the door behind me.
"Good morning to you too. Is dad here?" I asked looking around.
"No, your father went to breakfast with your grandmother. Now we have to look over the seating chart again. There is a tasting today to make sure we like everything and then flowers. Have you thought about flowers? We need color. Lots of it. But not too much. What do you think?" She asked looking at me sternly.
"I really haven't thought about flowers," I admitted shrugging my shoulder and going into the kitchen and setting my purse down. She quickly followed behind me as I opened the fridge to get a bottle of water.
"Sophie. I don't have a lot of time today so we need to get busy!"
"Ok, mom listen we need to talk. Last time I was here it didn't really go over well and I don't want to end up walking out mid sentence like I did last time ok? So why don't you sit down and listen to me," I barked at her pointing to a barstool across from me.
"Ok, I'm listening," she said calmly taking her seat.
"Good. Now I get that you were mad that I was in the magazine. I thought we were alone. I didn't think there was going to be some person taking a picture. And Blake didn't know either. We didn't know. And it's not like we were making out we were holding hands that's it. We were holding hands as he was walking me to my car," I said nearly out of breath.
"How long have you known him Sophie? I just don't want you hanging around strangers."
"Mom. You do realize that I'm 24. And I've been hanging out with him for almost a month. He's not a stranger. He's nice. A really nice guy and he's sweet. And more importantly he's more than likely my boyfriend!"
"But you don't even know him!"
"But I'm getting to know him mom! I think that's what you do in a relationship! What were you just saying when we were at Nobu? You were saying how cute he was. And how good of a basketball player he was..." I said trying to get her to agree with me.
"Yes. Well, he is very good looking and a wonderful power forward but that says nothing about his character," she said huffing and fiddling with her nails.
"You haven't even met him yet."
"He's a basketball player Sophie he is no good for you."
"And that's where you're wrong. He is good for me. And you'll see that when you meet him at the party."
"You're bringing him as a guest to the party? We've already got the seating chart almost finalized Sophie!" She said fretting.
"No, he's not just going to be my guest, he's going to be my date and he will sit wherever I sit," I said sharply between my teeth.
"Ok, fine you. I can't really do anything more," she said throwing her hands up in surrender.
"You're right. There is nothing you can do about it. Because I'm a grown ass woman who will do what I want when I want to."
"Does that include screwing him every other day?" She said rudely. I cannot believe she had the nerve to even go there. She went there again like she did last time.
"Excuse me?" I said in shock.
"Oh please Sophie don't play dumb. You know he's only in it for that."
"I'm honestly going to pretend like you didn't say that just so we can go over this party crap. And that is it. After that I am done. And don't even think I am doing this for you because I'm not. I'm glad daddy has the decency to know that I am better what you make me out to be," I said to her as she looked at the ground. She knew she was wrong and I had to put her in her place. After going over everything I got my ass out of that house and I wasn't coming back until the party. As I pulled into my garage and parked me car I just sat there for a moment. I didn't understand why my mother was so concerned with who I was talking to. She never was before. As I went inside I went into the kitchen and started getting out ingredients for Parmesan spinach orzo. I grabbed a box of orzo, olive oil, and oregano from the pantry as I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't expecting anybody. At least I thought I wasn't. As I hurried toward the door taking a look out the peep hole I saw that it was a man dressed in a black and purple matching ensemble with a flower logo on his shirt pocket. As I opened the door we smiled at each other as he held out his hands whine held a beautiful arrangement of pale pink peonies, intertwined with dark pink snap dragons, and a few lilacs. It was absolutely beautiful.
"Um hi? These are gorgeous, but I think you may have the wrong address," I said till taking in all the little details of the flowers.
"No, I don't think so. I'll double check the though," he said holding out the vase for me to hold as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket.
"Nope, 1832 Chamberlain Drive. And I'm guessing you are Miss Jackson? Sophia Jackson?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm afraid that's me," I said looking at the arrangement.
"Well you enjoy. Have a great day," he said shoving the paper in his pocket and walking back to his truck as I resided back inside. I set the vase on my kitchen table. It made the entire room scream spring. I then saw that there was a little card tucked in between a few stems with my name typed on the front. I removed the small card from the envelope to reveal a little message,
I hope you like flowers. Miss you. Blake
As I placed the little card on the table I took a picture of the flowers and sent them to him with a message saying,
they look great in my kitchen :)
Instead of replying back he called me.
"Hey," I said sitting down in a chair.
"Hey, you."
"The flowers are gorgeous. Peonies are my absolute favorite," I said staring at the vase in front of me.
"Oh yeah?" He asked amused.
"Yes! And the snapdragons and lilacs go great with them too."
"I'm glad you like them."
"I do. But you didn't have to send me flowers really."
"I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to. You deserve some nice flowers every once in awhile. Trust me I'll do it again."
"What send me flowers?"
"Yes, is that ok?"
"Of course. I'm not going to turn them down. Even though I did tell the delivery man he had the wrong house," I said laughing.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes, cause I was getting ready to cook and the doorbell rang."
"Oooooo what are you cooking? I am starving," he said moaning.
"I'm going to make a spinach and Parmesan orzo."
"That's sounds way better than my salmon and rice pilaf that I've had for the past three nights from room service."
"I'll make you a big dinner when you get home. Like four courses. Or we can go out. You can pick."
"No, let's stay in. That sounds perfect. I miss you. I miss you a lot."
"I miss you too."
"I'll be home before you know it. How was your mom today?" He asked abruptly.
"Well, she pissed me off again so I just went over the party stuff with her and then left. I didn't talk to her about anything else that wasn't pertaining to the party."
"What happened?" He asked concerned. "I mean you don't have to tell me but," he asked again.
"No, I don't mind telling you. She just went on about how I was hanging out with a stranger and how your basketball abilities don't justify your character. Which is bullshit because I'm not comparing how many points you score to what kind of person you are. And then I told her that I'm an adult and I'm going to do what I want when I want and then she accused me of screwing you on the daily," I said nearly out of breath.
"Did you tell her that you aren't screwing me? Like at all?" He said confusingly which caused me to laugh.
"Haha, no. I'm sorry just the way you said that was funny. But, no I didn't. I just told her that basically she needs to suck it up and be respectful because you are coming to my party and you very well may be my boyfriend," I said as there was a distinct moment of silence. Was it too soon? Maybe he doesn't like labels. Shit Sophie. Again. Way to go you dumb bitch. Maybe we're not really doing in that direction.
"Hey, are you still there?" I asked sheepishly as I squinted my eyes hoping for him to still be there on the other side.
"Yeah, I'm here. I'm just surprised I guess."
"It's too soon. I'm sorry. Do you not like labels? I shouldn't have said anything. I mean I was trying to get my mom to--"
"Sophie," he said cutting me off.
"Yeah?"
"If I could, I would kiss you right now to shut you up," he said laughing to himself softly.
"You aren't mad?"
"Mad? Why would I be mad?"
"Because I told my mom you might be my boyfriend."
"Why would I be mad about that?" He asked again.
"Because I'm jumping the gun. Don't you think? Kind of just slapping on label on your ass."
"I think the only ass that should be smacked is yours,"he said causing my cheeks to grow red and my toes to curl in my shoe.
"But that's beside the point. I want to be with you. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want us to go on more dates and hang out. I want you to meet my parents and my brother. And I want to meet yours. I want you sleepover and wear my tshirts that will go down to your knees. I want to send you more flowers. I want you to teach me how to cook. I want to hold you. And kiss you. I want to know more about you. I want you," he said sighing as silence washed over both of us. I wasn't really sure what to say back to that.
"I want that too. And I've never wanted that anymore before I met you," I admit.
"Good. Then let's do it."