Olive Green [GxG]

CHAPTER 3

AS MUCH AS I was happy for my mother to have some fun in her life, and not just work and me, I was also a bit concerned. We had been in London for only a few weeks now, so it was pretty natural that I was caring. Even though the guy seemed pretty decent. We never know a monster next to us, after all.

  "Uhm, Mum?" I asked her, seeing she was paying attention to the piano she had been playing for about an hour already.

  "Yes, sweetheart?"

  I leaned onto the wall, which was kind of dividing the living room and kitchen, with a mug of tea in my hands as I took in a breath, "How long have you known this H-guy?"

  "Henry," I heard her clarify, to which she started playing some new piece. "We've known each other for a few years already."

  As a sign of understanding, I nodded. However, it still looked like she had something more to say, or maybe she just remembered some more of their encounters. A few years could even mean that they met in university or something like that.

  "He was your uncle's classmate," she stated after playing a couple more notes.

  So I was close. Mum's brother had studied music, and this Henry guy was playing in an orchestra. The family meetings in the future could be quite interesting if they started seriously dating. Or stayed dating. Or weren't they yet?

  "How are the girls?"

  Mum's voice stopped me just as I was prepared to leave for my bedroom. I did tell her some news my friends told me over the calls we made and some texts, but nothing over this weekend.

  "Good," I shrugged. "Nothing special over there."

  "Yeah, it was always such a peaceful town."

  I smiled over the thought of my home town. She was right. At least from what I knew, there was never much going on in the district we lived in. The pregnant student was something extra, I heard for the first time from there.

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Soon, I was back in my room, checking if I had forgotten to do something for school. Thankfully, there was nothing undone, so I had a few hours of free time. Nice.

  Since it was Sunday, I had nothing to do. Of course, I could watch a movie or something, but I just didn't feel like it. Everything suddenly seemed so boring when I had time just for myself. I didn't even have anyone to hang out with. All my friends were far away, together, could hang out any time, and I was stuck here, all alone.

  Sighing, I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. It was so white. So empty. It felt good to look up there from time to time. Although now it didn't feel that way. It was just freaking lonely. It looked like a mental hospital—just as Amy had stated.

  "Sidney?" I heard my mum's voice from the corridor. I turned my head to face the door as I could hear her steps behind it. "Your father called."

  "Oh... Why?" I asked, waiting for her to come in.

  Leaning on my door frame seconds later, she smiled. "He asked if they could be here for Christmas, with us."

  Now, I had to sit up. First of all, I was surprised—not badly though. I just didn't expect Dad to spend Christmas with us and his new family together. Even though it sounded nice. Thankfully, this family wasn't on bad terms among the members. A dream of most, I could only guess. What a win.

  "Okay," I shrugged, to which I remembered something. "And uh... the girls asked if they could come over for New Year's."

  "Of course they can."