𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧

10 1 0
                                    

After our first proper "date", we tried to see each other as much as we could. You were often busy with basketball training but as I got used to your schedule, I worked around it.

I had been round yours many times and your mum was the kindest individual I had ever met. You had introduced me to your family and friends and you deserved to meet mine at some point. I knew that, I was just worried about you finding out the truth.

I decided it was time you came round my house. I organised it on a day where I knew my siblings or grandparents wouldn't be visiting and it was just me and my mum in the house. I sat down with my mum before you came and explained that you were special to me and I needed her to give you a chance. She didn't show me acknowledgement but I knew she heard everything I said.

Easton Blaine: If you feel uncomfortable with me coming today, you know I won't be offended if you call it off.

Tayla Evans: It's fine I just want to get it over and done with.
Tayla Evans: Shit I didn't mean it like that.
Tayla Evans: I mean you meeting my embarrassing mother.
Tayla Evans: Like you've done nothing wrong.

Easton Blaine: It's okay Tay, I know what you meant.
Easton Blaine: Please don't be stressing about today, it's gonna be fine.

Tayla Evans: Okay okay, I'll see you at 4pm?

Easton Blaine: I will be there :) xx
____________________________________________
I heard a know at the door and absolutely freaked. "It's going to be fine" I kept reminding myself.

I answered to see your beautiful face smiling back at me.

"Don't look so shocked, it's only me," you said.

I couldn't help but be overwhelmed every time I saw you. You were wearing a grey 'Arizona' hoodie with black shorts and matching vans. I suddenly felt very underwhelming as I had chucked sweatpants on and chucked my hair in a messy bun. You never seemed to care about what I was wearing though.

I opened the door and you stepped in acknowledging our extravagant interior. My house had 8 bedrooms, an indoor pool and it was extremely modern but it wasn't something I liked to show off.

My Mum built it with the money my Dad gave us when he left so it was still a resemblance of that in my head.

"Wow, this place is incredible,".

"Mhm," I responded vaguely.

We walked through to my mums office and I introduced the both of you.

"Mum this is Easton, Easton Blaine,".

She looked up at you for roughly 2 seconds before catching her eyes back to her computer.

"Uh huh," she muttered without even giving you another look.

And there it was, my mothers true colours. I knew this would happen and I could of said something but I knew she wouldn't of payed anymore attention to you.

I looked over to see a mutual look on your face. You didn't seem upset or annoyed, you just looked normal. I grabbed your hand and muttered.

"Let's go,".

You immediately followed and I took you to my room. It usually have clothes and rubbish everywhere but before you came I decided to clean in for the first time in months, it felt better to come home to a clean room.

My room wasn't exactly 'normal' which was also something I was worried about. It was moderately big and had a walk in wardrobe but all over the walls were sketches. When I would feel low, I would put my anger and sadness into drawings.

"Ignore the weird sketches on the wall they are just-

"Beautiful," you interrupted.

"Huh?".

"They are beautiful,".

I don't know what I expected you to say but it definitely wasn't that. I blushed at your kind gesture. You sat down and noticed something on my bed.

"FUCK errr don't open that," I shouted.

Of course your annoying ass didn't listen so I had to leap onto you to grab it out of your hands. I held the journal close to my chest. You smirked at my awkwardness and told me to.

"Relax, if you don't want me to read whatever's in it I won't,".

I did not believe that for a second. I realised I had made my way onto your lap and I immediately shuffled off. You laughed at my panic and at that moment I burst into tears. I don't know of it was the way my mum treated you or if I knew you deserved better than me.

"Hey hey, what happened?" You looked at me concerned.

I didn't answer and so you wiped my eyes and pulled me into a hug. I didn't know how to tell you about my family. I didn't know how you would react to it and that scared me. I finally pulled away.

"Please tell me you're okay," you pleaded.

Your eyes were filled with care and you looked so beautiful. Without letting another thought enter my brain I pulled you closer and kissed you. Happiness filled my body. You pulled away and I panicked.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry I didn't mean to-

You smirked and pulled me closer. As our lips touched again, I felt like I had a reason to be living. That was when I realised I loved you.

𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢Where stories live. Discover now