Love Song

Finding

I twirled up the spaghetti around the fork as the steam rose from the plate even more.

The smell of the food was hitting my nose and made my tongue water inside in my mouth.

I was hungry and so ready to start eating this.

"So, I didn't get the opportunity to ask you how the prom was? My baby's first prom," I heard my mom interrupt my thoughts as she put emphasis on 'baby's'.

I looked up to see her storing the jug of grape juice into the fridge, but still concentrated and what I was going to say.

I placed the fork down, but kept my fingers positioned as my stomach growled in anger.

"Well, it was..interesting," I thought about the prom and it was a bit interesting, knowing it did end well.

"Yeah, why were you guys wet?" my mother mentioned and I gave out a small giggle as she moved towards the table with a look of fascination in the similar hazel eyes I had.

"It's a long, crazy, and...dashing fairy tale," I said 'dashing' in a British accent as my mother smiled and sat herself down across from me.

"So was there any...kissing?" she questioned as her eyebrows lifted in a funny way and I tried to hide the smile as I replied.

"No, but there was gonna be...I just didn't let it happen," I responded and my mom gasped like she was one of my friends, not believing I would do such a thing.

I brought the noodles to my mouth and started to munch down on them before my mom could continue.

"Why not? I mean, I remember that day you were so red in the car in Europe like you were going to explode of laughter," My mother sounded like a regularly giggly school girl, but I laughed at the memory.

"Well, it's just...I don't know if he's right for me," I said, taking in another mouth full of spaghetti.

"I hope you're not thinking about me and your father, Sel," she corrected me, making sure it wasn't that idea.

"No, but maybe a little," I said, taking my hand and tilting it as if kind of.

"No, Selena," she started with a stern look in her eyes, and her lips turned up like Ezzy almost did, but it was only when my mother was upset.

"I don't want you to dwell on something that's in the past," she continued.

"You can't bring something from the past and compare it with the present," she finished off.

"So how do I tell that Harry's right for me?" I asked, and then I swallowed my noodles down.

"Well, first, he'd just have to know the basics first and if he actually is really deep into you, he might spot the most little things that actually are the biggest things to you," My mother concluded it all.

"Does he have an interest in you at all?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Is he attempting to date you in some ways?" she asked.

"Well, he wondering if we were still just 'as friends'?" I wondered and she hit the table with a thump.

"That's it," she said, and got up from the table.

"That is it, my darling," she walked away, and went back into the kitchen.

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However, faraway, I will always love you.