My Best Friend's Son (BWWM)

Chapter 35-End

*Ellie's POV*

I woke up around 7 am. I was expecting Lillian to come over at any moment, and I wanted to be awake to greet her first. So I took my shower and dressed in an over sized T-shirt. While I was combing my hair, I tried my best to forget about my mothers awful memory and how it gave me slight distress. It sucks that she can't remember the small details that made her happy..

Sometimes I can even get mad at her for no reason, I don't do it intentionally, it's just frustration. I can't handle it well like my father can.

I could already hear my parents voices as I was strutting downstairs.

I should really move out. Here I am still living with them when I can buy a house of my own—maybe even live with Lillian. I know she's tired of going back and fourth from her mom and dad.

I should probably have that conversation with my parents soon

They didn't hear me come in the kitchen, they were in there little world, in each other's arms, forehead on top of each other, sitting silently and smiling. It actually made me walk backwards, around the corner so I wouldn't disturb there moment. "I made you something last night" my mom says finally freeing herself. I watch her walk to the oven while my dad checks out her ass.

He hasn't changed over the past few years. Hair was still long, he always kept it a little past his shoulders. He was a little more built then ten years ago, his height was a little over 6'5 and he often towered over my mother, something she loved. He tattooed her face on his right arm, and right under was my name followed by Lillian's. My dad visits his fathers tomb every year, to this day he doesn't talk about his dad. I didn't understand it when I was younger but I think I do now.

He probably blames himself for his fathers death. Sometimes it's not easy to talk about it.

My book has been published for two years now and he still hasn't read it

It had intimate details about his father

I watch him rise up "is that chicken?" My dad asks, hiding his distaste

My mother keeps forgetting he's allergic

She races over to him with a plate..almost tripping "yeah! I baked it last night for you, I left it on the counter for you, but you probably didn't see it"

I snicker

He probably did it intentionally

My father gives my mother a weak grin, eye twitching terribly as he grabs the thigh of the chicken. "Well then..."

"You don't want it?"

His lips go into a thin line, clears his throat before sinking his teeth in "mmmm...yummm" he says almost crying. Satisfied my mother turns to pour him a drink, in which he rushes to the trash can to spit out what he ate. When he was younger, he could eat the chicken without puking, but now..his thirty-seven year old self couldn't keep it down. My mother walks over back to him, not realizing what he did, gives him a glass of water, in which he shoves down his throat. Literally. She waits until he finishes before smacking him. "What was that for?!" He says visibly angry

She squints hard "you think I'm stupid? I may have problems with my memory but I read Ellie's book...every detail!" My father Frowns "so?!" She crosses her arms "so? you have been forcefully eating my chicken for years and you never told me you were allergic?"

And you know what my dad responds back? "why would I tell you if you are just going to forget a week later?"  I caught my snort just in time. I was about to let out the hardest and ugliest laugh. My mom soon giggles and playfully smacks him again, grabbing another piece of chicken from the oven and chasing him around the kitchen with it.