Aaron X Aphmau: What's in between (Revamp)

Chapter 3 - Just another day..

*Aphmau's POV*

Upon entering my house yesterday, I was engulfed by an overwhelming sense of weariness that seemed to permeate every fibre of my being. Collapsing onto the couch, I felt as though all the vitality had been drained from my body. Never before had a day at school left me so utterly depleted. I couldn't help but wonder if this level of exhaustion was commonplace in the school routine. Surveying my surroundings, I noted my mother's absence, who was likely still at work, leaving me with the entire house to myself. The solitude was both daunting and exhilarating. Eager to unwind, I prepared a late afternoon snack before indulging in a long, rejuvenating shower. The remnants of the school day clung to me, leaving me feeling somewhat dishevelled and unlike myself. However, as I settled onto the couch with a bag of crispy potato chips, a profound sense of relaxation washed over me, and I sank into the plush embrace of the sofa's cushions..

*A couple of hours later* 

After the last chip had disappeared, I heard the sound of my mom coming in. She entered the house, dropped her bag with a heavy thud, and let out a deep, exhausted sigh. It seemed like she didn't even notice me as she dragged herself upstairs, probably heading to her room to decompress. Lately, this had become her routine - she would completely disregard me upon arriving home and then reprimand me the next day. It was frustrating and unfair. I understood that she was tired, but it felt wrong for her to take it out on me. She could have vented to someone else instead of her own daughter. However, I had to admit, it was her house, and she had the right to do whatever she wanted. Rolling my eyes, I cleaned up the mess I had made, but inevitably left a trail of crumbs. After all, if the chips were good, there was no way to eat them without leaving any evidence behind. I certainly didn't eat them like a saint. Just as I was in the middle of doing the dishes, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and almost stumbled, nearly falling into the sink. 

"OMG Mom, what are you doing?"

"I was trying to get your attention," my mom said in a thick Mexican accent.

"Well, you could've just said my name," I remarked, rolling my eyes and attempting to continue with the dishes, but my mom swiftly whirled me around to face her.

"No te atrevas a darme la espalda cuando te hablo" she spoke as she started to violently shake me.

"Mum stop your hurting me. Y habla inglés, estamos en casa, nadie te va a escuchar." I spoke in a snarky remark as I pushed her away from me.

She stood there, her eyes wide with surprise, before taking a few deep breaths to compose herself. "Mijha, I was just going to ask if you wanted to go to McDonald's for dinner. I really don't feel like cooking tonight."I gazed at her, my mind racing to comprehend her unexpected request. This was the same person who loved experimenting in the kitchen and filling the fridge with her culinary creations. I hesitated to ask if she was okay, not wanting to upset her. "Uh, yeah, sure, why not," I replied, my voice tinged with uncertainty. She swiftly grabbed her keys from the rack and turned to me, asking, "Are you coming?" I was dumbfounded, unsure of how to react. I followed her to the car, feeling like a lost puppy, questioning whether this was all a dream.

*A few moments later* 

We were parked in front of the bustling McDonald's, the golden arches gleaming under the bright sun. Inside the car, I was left to my own thoughts for a few fleeting moments. Suddenly, it dawned on me that we were parked in front of the McDonald's, but we weren't going through the familiar drive-thru. Confusion set in. Why weren't we following our usual routine?I turned to my mom, who was engrossed in her phone, scrolling through Beyoncé videos on TikTok. It was no surprise – she practically idolizes Beyoncé. Shaking off the distraction, I asked, "Why aren't we going through the drive-thru like we normally do?"Her response was unexpected. "Because you need to start talking to people. You are too anxious, you can't speak for yourself. You need to learn, Mija."