I Can See The Stars From America [COMPLETED]

Chapter 9: Food Fight!!

That's cutie Eva there in the picture above.

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Chapter 9: Food Fight!!

"So Kevin, what've you been up to these days?" Mr. Watson asked me while slicing his share of lobster. "Umm...high school's going awesome and graduation is nearing. I'll soon be off to University...so yeah...I'm pretty excited..." I replied. We were currently sitting at the dining table under the canopy in our huge lawn with the white satin curtains fluttering in the breeze. Wine was poured into our glasses and I took a sip of it.

"Abigail, darling, what about you? How has life been for you?" She asked. Abigail was sitting right next to me and she was coming closer than needed to. I could smell her strong Victoria's Secret perfume. Mom had the same taste too.

She let out a small chuckle and huffed. 'What a drama queen!' I thought. "Well, even high school is ending for me but it's different in Paris." She replied. I was surprised that I hadn't noticed before that she had developed a slight French accent. French accents were typically sexy.

"What do you mean by different? A change in grading or something?" Dad asked, curiously. "Non. Not like that. Our graduation is a bit late as compared to yours. It's good actually. We get time to decide on the best Universities to send our applications to." She said gleefully. I smiled at her enthusiasm.

"French Universities will be mostly ready to accept you guys, right? If your application letter is accepted by a University here, then it's going to be the same for everyone." Dad continued. "Oui. That's right. But I don't want to attend University here. I would like to study in London. The education is better there." She added. The word 'London' itself made me space out.

'London...' I thought. 'London...the place where Carol is right now...' I was lost in thought. A tapping on my shoulder brought me back from my reverie. "Ah...oui?" I questioned, absentmindedly and everyone started laughing. Knowing that I said "oui" instead of 'yes', I burst out laughing too. "Daddy was asking on how you think you'll be selected for University. Through scholarship or...what?" Abigail whispered while everybody was quieting down.

"Let's see now. I'm a straight A student and I don't think it's going to be difficult to get into a reputed University through academics but...I could also try for Sports Quota." Thankfully, mom had gone to tuck Eva to sleep before I could even say that. Abigail's parents were aware that I played basketball.

"That's wonderful! Either way, the boy's going to make you proud, Richard. That's for sure!" Mrs. Watson praised. I beamed at her. "Where do you want to go to University, son? Did you think about it? You've to select the best and send application letters." Dad informed me, seriously. "Yeah...I know. I was thinking of going to the University of Yale and I've sent my application letter. I've applied to some other Universities as well. The thing is, I like what Yale has...firstly it's Ivy League...then there are the immense options, the facilities, the professors and all of that. I think it's the best place for a person like me." I stated.

"Yale...hmm...sounds perfect! I hope you get in, son, and I'm sure you'll..." Dad wished while munching his share. "Thanks, dad." I whispered while slicing the roasted salmon. "Did I hear talking about Yale University?" Mom suddenly asked while sitting back down. "Yeah...Kevin would like to study there." Abigail said. "Seriously?! I've always wanted you to go to Yale, honey! I knew you would do well there!" Mom squealed in delight and rushed to give me a big-bone-crushing-bear hug. I tried squirming out of her reach but failed miserably. Everybody at the table started giggling and mom left me, flustered.

"You're behaving like he has already received the acceptance letter! There's still time!" Dad defended me by indirectly trying to tell her 'there was no need to be on cloud 9 and try murdering Kevin'. I smiled at that. "What do you mean by "there's still time"?!" Mom mocked dad by mimicking him. All of us giggled at them. It seemed like they had forgotten there were other people at the table too! "There's hardly time left! It's good that he has planned it all now! C'mon, Richard! He's a boy with great dreams!" Mom defended herself. Dad chuckled. "That doesn't explain why you were trying to choke him. At least keep him alive if you want to see him go to Yale..." I laughed at the statement and dad and I shared a high-five, leaving mom stammering.