Want Her

06

It's been four days since the event. But it felt like double.

I learned a lot this week in order not to fail the exam that is due on Monday. And since I really need to take a break now, I decided to go to my parents' house today.

I don't think I'll be staying all weekend, but for one night I'll probably give my old bed someone to bear.

Peyton had to leave after a short time the day she came to see me. She got a call that she didn't want to answer at first. But after two more times, she couldn't take the ringing anymore.

And when she suddenly heard what the one on the other side was saying to her, her eyes widened.

I immediately asked what was going on, but she hurriedly turned away apologetically and disappeared from my room.

Elias- the one who stormed in, looked at me just as dumbfounded as I did at Peyton.

What worries me is not getting any answers from her. Neither with my messages, nor with my calls.

And if you think about the fact that we don't go a day without any communication, this concern is also completely justified.

Yesterday I was at her house and almost filed a missing persons report or even called the police because nobody opened the door.

Even if you don't rate Peyton that way, she's a real couch potato.

Sure, she feels like going to a party here and there, where she also goes wild, but otherwise she makes herself comfortable at home.

So when I realized she wasn't home and no one around me knew where she was either, I went nuts.

To be honest, I still do, only Elias told me to come down first. She'll probably have too much on her mind right now and she'll be back.

If he's not mistaken...

Who Elias is? Our very best gay friend.

We met him at Ikea when I was shopping for some decor for my dorm room and Peyton was keeping me company.

Anyway, I dropped a coin under a cupboard and Peyton insisted on retrieving it.

It got really funny when I helped her, we turned ourselves to complete monkeys on the floor together who couldn't get our hands on a stupid coin, a young man came to help us, and finally the three of us were lying on the floor.

We became instant friends and found that we all complete our sense of humor.

Sad but true, we still didn't get the coin.

Back to basics. In order not to come up with one of my ideas and thus break my promise to Elias, I'm going to my parents today to clear my head.

Which may also work a bit when my mother hugs me.

"My dear child, you finally showed up." She mumbles happily into my hair. I hug her back just as tight because it has actually been some time since I last saw her. And I really love emotional hugs with her.

,,I know. I'm sorry, I'm only getting to you now. So I thought-'' I pull away from her to show her my packed bag. Well, there's not much in it anyway. After all, I lived here not long ago and also left a lot behind.

But not my beloved pajamas, which I take out and present to her.

,,You stay?!'' Her eyes shine. I love my mom unconditionally. We have always had a strong bond that no one can break.

"I'm staying." I'm not going to mention that I'll probably be taking a taxi all the way back tomorrow. Maybe I'll do that the day after tomorrow.

,,Your father will be happy.'' she says enthusiastically and already runs away to confess the news to him.

Laughing, I follow her and end up in the living room. This house is my childhood. I also had a hard time parting when I started packing my things.

Sooner or later every growing child has to go through it.

My mother loves to make everything look modern but comfortable. The medium sized sofa is beige with more than a few pillows on top, all in either white or beige, too. A large TV opposite, with an artificial palm tree next to it.

The kitchen is connected to the living room, making it look more social. My parents especially love the wooden dining table, which is the focal point of the gleaming white kitchen.

Of course, the cupboards are filled with gradual cooking utensils or baking gadgets.

And as I already thought, a so-called gentleman who calls himself my father is sitting at the table.

With a newspaper in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other, and reading glasses on his nose, which are already slightly lowered, my dad lifts his head and reads looking down.

However, when he hears my mother clapping her hands loudly, he lowers his head and looks beyond the glasses to find the trigger.

It's me!

"Oh, it's just you." Undeterred, he turns back to his reading.

"James!" Outraged, she hits the paper with a checkered drying rack, making it bang loudly on the table and blowing his short light brown hair backwards in a breeze.

"Now I guess I have no other choice." He struggles to get up and looks at me.

Then his arms widen in excitement.

And I grin.

I approach him extra slowly, which is why he makes a mock annoyed expression and gets even with me as soon as I get to him.

Because with a seconde I'm already floating a few centimeters above the ground and at the same time I'm almost crushed.

I let myself be devoured.

Even if my dad seems older, since he already reads the newspaper every morning with glasses on, he is the complete opposite.

My parents were pretty young when they had me- 19 and 22, so they don't really look that old nowadays either. I noticed early they had achieved a successful life. Met the love of their life's, landed a well-deserved job, moved into the perfect house, fathered a child, got married beautifully.

To be honest, they married not long after they met, since my mother got pregnant quickly and she got a real romantic. Her boyfriend, now husband, was keen to propose to her before she gave birth to me. And that's so we all have the same last name.

My appearance is a mix of both parents because it's like my father's ice blue eyes and my mom's jet black hair have agreed to become part of me.

If you want to know for sure, my father is also quite fit in terms of physique.

So it's not a problem for him to just pick me up for a hug.

,,Your mother missed you very much.'' he says and doesn't let go of me.

"I know your secret, dad. Everything you accuse Mom of applies to you.'' Caught, he puts me back on my feet.

,,Can not be. You can't see through me that easily''

"Then how do you explain that mom already knows that you bent her beloved cutlery. And not from the material itself?''

I make fun of it even more when his head bangs at my mother in shock and she haughtily changes her stance.

"What's your evidence?" my dad crosses his arms in anticipation.

She imitates him provocatively, "Your chin always twitches when you tell me lies."

Very good discovery.

"And why am I only finding out about this now?" As if he were also lying, he grabs his chin to see if it twitches.

"Because I enjoyed you giving me back massages out of guilt."

I see myself there.

"Well, now that you know, yesterday's massage will have been your last!"

"Oh James, I also know about my beautiful blouse that you accidentally tore up with the lawnmower."