Tommy boy | c.t.h AU

chapter 15

chapter 15- santa tell me ariana grande

Adwin's pov

"I hate group therapy."

It'd been a little over three weeks since the whole "surprise" at my dad's house. The ride home was quiet but Calum's hand sat perfectly on my knee, silently offering support. Which was sweet of him. I told moms as soon as I walked through the door. Not like its a secret anymore and neither of them seemed very moved.

Of course mama was all "Do you wanna talk about your feelings?" and like the pleading emoji personified. The answer was no. Then and now.

And mom just kinda twisted her mouth, extremely nonchalant. "Good for him," and that was the end of it.

Cal pal, Inez, Mike, Luke, and myself all returned to school as normal. Calum didn't bring up the engagement, the bare minimum, and I didn't either. To be honest I just wanted to forget it all happened.

I ignored my dad's call the first time. And the several other calls proceeding. Still I couldn't keep it up for long. Mom makes terrible baklava and I'm not going Christmas without it.

This all brings us to right now. The smooth countertops, which chilled my cheeks at first, were growing warm where I laid my head. I was slumped on the island in the kitchen, Mama fluttering around me. Distantly Ashton was snoring maybe.

Now it doesn't really snow here in Washington. Not in the suburbs at least. So seeing the pillowy soft flakes fall past the window was very exciting. But also horrible.

I'm always cold and the snow does not help. That's if it sticks I suppose but even if not it'll be freezing out. What am I supposed to do in the snow? I fucking hate the snow.

And I hate group therapy.

"Gosh Adwin please try," Mama said in a singsongy tone. Made me wanna smash my head against the counter.

I didn't.

My hair softens the blow.

I let out a humongous and extremely dramatic sigh and began listing the various reasons I don't wanna go to therapy today.

"Okay but mama, I don't like talking in front of all the other kids. If one of us jokes about being scared of fucking cheesecake or something I dunno the rest of us are punished and have to write essays on why that's not funny,"

"Ugh," She scoffed, her wavy red hair moving with her, "Y'all have not written essays,"

"They feel like essays,"

"You are just like your mother, Adwin Enzokuhle,"

Lazily I lifted my head from the counter to give my mom a lopsided grin, "Why because you love me?"

Compulsively her eyes softened at me. If I kept this up I would not be going anywhere today. 

Yet within the minute her features hardened again.
"Don't try to trick me young lady. I do love you, but the two of you are stubborn as hell,"

With a sneer and eye roll combination I turned back to the window again. Behind me cupboards opened and shut with dull thuds. I don't even think she realizes it but mama hums while she's working.

The smell of sizzling pancakes led me to believe she was definitely working.

Safe to assume Ash caught a whiff of the glorious smell in the air as well and at the opposite end of the house his bed creaked like he was just waking up.

A good daughter would've helped their mother make breakfast. But this daughter right here was still annoyed so I didn't stir as Mama danced around the room making probably the best breakfast ever.