Xeria's P.O.V
I look back and forth between my mom and dad.
"Honey, it's a good proposal," my dad says, trying to make the first move.
"But why are you even considering it?" "I'm only 24." Wheezing my way out, I make the defending move.
"We're not asking you to get married tomorrow; meet the man, if you like him, develop understanding and compatibility, and then hopefully the marriage will come, and all of this will take a lot of time," mom says, taking the reins in her hand. smart move, but I will not plead.
"Yes, I don't like him; end of discussion," I say, stuffing the pancake in my mouth. Even I won't go down without a fight.
"Do you even know his name, honey?" "Don't be so evasive," inquires dad, and here comes the "be an adult" act.
"Or do you have someone you already like?" Mom shoots a questioning glare, and K.O. well, here's the thing: I do have someone I like; his name is Jake.
We have been dating since college but have never introduced each other to our families.
Now that it has come to this, I think I must introduce him to my family.
Well, Potato knows about him, but he's not a big fan of Jake.
"Ok, you two, at least let me think about this." "I will let you know when I make my decision." Chugging my orange juice, I sprint upstairs to my room without waiting for my parents' response.
I lock the door behind me and began to search for my phone.
I haven't seen it since last night, when Potato was trying to take selfies on it.
"Where is it?" I rummage through the drawers, the duvet, and the books, and finally I find it in Potato's squishy toy basket.
Picking it up, I dial Jake's number.
"Hello?" came Jake's voice through the phone.
"Jake, where are you?" I ask him, sitting on the bed and loosening my ponytail.
"At the gym," he replies. "Did anything happen?" There were many background voices coming too-gym-freaks. I'm jealous of them. When will I ever get the motivation to exercise?
"So, I want you to meet my parents this coming weekend." I yawn. Oh, the sleep is coming back.
The phone went silent. "Hello?"
"Oh, ok, I will text you in the evening; tell me the details," he answers, and the line goes off.
Tossing the phone on the bed, I myself lay down. "What an eventful morning; it's not even day yet." The phone begins to ring again.
Picking it up, I press the answer button and ask, "Who is it now?"
"Your guardian angel," and he begins to laugh.
"I have already completed my daily dose of drama, Quentin." getting out of bed, I answer him.
My best friend, Quentin. We live in different cities, but since our childhood, we have always been together and inseparable.
His parents were my parents' seniors in college, and they had been in touch ever since, and that is how I found my best friend, Quentin.
I walk into my walk-in closet and begin to search for clothes for today.
"So, what is the drama?" he asks, and I set the phone down on the stool.
"So, I got a marriage proposal today," I sigh, picking out formal attire: a beige jacket, dress pants, a sage satin button-up shirt, polished closed-toe heels, some matching accessories and done.
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If We Ever Meet Again
General FictionThe one who has always believed that life has given her everything she wanted, and there is the one who doesn't think but is certain that he must snatch everything he wants. What happens when these two ways of thinking collide? Will the spark that i...
