One Game

8. You're Kidding

Jo p.o.v
We pulled into the parking lot. I turned off the car and sat there. He got out and walked to my side of the truck. And surprisingly, he opened my door.

"I wasn't sitting in here for you to do that. I was thinking." I state

"I know. I thought it would be polite. And it would possibly make you like me a bit better." He said

I hopped out the car. The whole time his hand was on the small of my back.

Smiling I say "thank you."

Entering the restaurant there was a smiling hostess to greet us. As soon as she saw Cameron she straightened up her posture. I thought she would do the usual: give us great service, smile the entire time and at the end, slide him her number on the receipt. I'm sure he would fall for it.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••It has been like 30 minutes since we have arrived. We had ordered our drinks and now we're waiting for the flirty waitress to take our orders.

"All I know about you so far is that you like trucks. You have sweet tea with every meal. Your mom is not in your life. And that you don't like cliché relationships." He said

"True, true and how'd you know that. Annnnnd also true. It's not like I don't like them, it's just that I think that they only exist in movies and shit." I say

"They don't have to. They can happen in real life too. People just need to make them less sappy and more realistic." He blinked for the first time since he had started to talk. "They way you had said it in the truck."

I was confused at first, but then slowly caught on. "Yea. She left my dad after she had dream that she moved to California and became this big movie star."

"Did she?" He looked curious.

"Yes. Very big I guess. She sends me money every day. Oh and the truck was the first thing I got from her." I say

"Wow sounds like she still cares. What's here name? Maybe I've heard of her."

"Diana Coleen"

His face turned a shade of white. Was my mom a bad person? Did she abandon her dream of a movie star and become a mob boss? No! She wouldn't have. She hates the outdoors and dirty things. I would have never known if she did because she's never coming back.

"D-Diana Coleen. Really? That's you're mom. Hold on. Hold on."
He pulls out his phone and types something in quickly. He practically shoved the phone in my face. A picture of tan looking woman was on the screen. She was beautiful. Was that really her? Her cheekbones were high and a pretty shade of pink. Her hair were like the perfect of perfect curls. I guess that's were I get my hair from. And her eyes were like a sea of green.

"You look just like her." His voice breaking me out of my trance.
No. I didn't look like her. I'm no where near her.
"Yes you do." Did I say that aloud? Guess I did.

"She has played in many famous movies. Some she wrote, directed, produced and acted in herself. Also a couple of tv shows are under her belt"

"How do you know so much about her? Do you know her?" My brain starts to go a million miles an hour.

"Yes."

What the actual hell?

"She's my acting teacher. I see her about three times a week. Occasionally four if I have auditions the following week." He says

"You're kidding, right? How could this be possible?"

"Well anyone that lives in world would know that. I don't how you don't know that about her. Internationally famous is what they call celebrities like her.