Is it real ?

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- You want me to do what? I repeat.

-Go out with me. If you do, my parents won't force me to follow them.

-How, how do you know?

-When they were young and not married yet, it also happened to them, getting separated. They would understand if I said that I'm in love with you.

These words are weird to hear.

We've been best friends for 2 years, but it feels like a thousand. However, his parents want to move to the other side of the country for work issues. He told them that he could stay here and live with his aunt, but they don't want to listen.

I think for a moment, he stares at me with his cat eyes, waiting for an answer.

-Okay, I'll do it.

His face finds its color back and he hugs me tight.

-Hope it'll work...

My boy
So, seems like it worked. But,

Me
What is it?

My boy
I somehow mentioned our date tomorrow

Me
We don't have a date tomorrow

My boy
They wanted me to babysit the neighbor's daughter because they were busy to do it... I didn't want to so I might have told them that I would take you on a date tomorrow, so I'd be busy.

Me
It's okay don't worry, you'll just have to tell them we've been on a date, it was fun, blablabla

My boy
My mom asked me to send her pictures...

Me
Couldn't you just say no?

My boy
I mean ~
It's my mom girl

Me
Argh
I was supposed to study tomorrow

My boy
Can't you study in the morning?

Me
I need my 9 hours of sleep...

My boy
Do you want me to move 8 hours away?

Me
I'll go to bed earlier, chief!

My boy
<3<3

Me
See you chief

My boy
Stop calling me that

Me
I think it's cute
How should I call you otherwise?
Mister lame plans?

My boy
... I'll go with chief

Me
Knew you'd do the right choice

Let's just act as usual, there's nothing weird here.

-Hi.

So, this is where it starts...

-Hi.

He lands me a flower bouquet, pink tulips.

-What is this for? I ask.

-My mom.

-Oh thank you, I'm happy to learn you are my son.

He smirks, as usual.

-I mean, it's for the picture, I don't want my parents to think I'm not sweet to you.

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