Be My Girlfriend

55

Jo's P.O.V.

The day I was so scared of, came.

It was the day Brittany's parents were coming home.

From the morning that Brittany said that they were coming at noon, I was uneasy and uncomfortable in the guest room.

They weren't here yet but I was already acting weird, what more once I met them face to face?

It's been a few days already and I got used to the crutches and was able to walk short distances with them.

It helped a lot when Brittany helped me practice with them, telling me I needed it if I wanted to go back to school very quickly.

We would walk from the guest room to the living room, then circle to the dining room, and eventually go out to the garden.

We'd do that a few times a day.

The maids are now busy preparing for lunch. I heard Mrs. Anderson called and asked for food to be prepared as they did not eat on the flight.

Brittany did not leave me alone in the guest room, she didn't even check the commotion in the kitchen.

"Why aren't you overseeing the work in the kitchen?" I asked her. We were watching TV while lying in bed.

"The maids already know what to do, they don't need me." She said, her eyes focused on the TV.

"But, it's your parents." I insisted.

Brittany grab the remote from the side table and pause the TV.

"Babe..." She started. "My parents and I... We're not close. I mean, My brother and I grew up with Mrs. Rose, not with them. I don't even remember the time when we were all in the same roof, you know?"

"Ohh..." 

I looked at Brittany, trying to process what she just said. 

I had always thought Brittany had a perfect life—her family was wealthy, well-connected, the kind of family people would look up to, envied. But hearing her now, I realized that things weren't as perfect as they seemed.

"That must've been hard." I said softly, feeling a mix of surprise and sympathy.

Brittany shrugged, like it didn't really bother her. 

"It was just the way things were. My parents were always busy with the business. Don't get me wrong, they gave us everything we needed, provided for us but when it came to being present... they just weren't."

I squeezed her hand, unsure of what else to say. I had always imagined that she had a close-knit family, but now I could see there was a distance between them that I didn't even know before.

"They'll be here soon." Brittany said after a while, glancing at the clock. "But don't worry too much. They're probably going to be more focused on themselves than anything else, anyway."

I nodded, but the knot in my stomach didn't go away. 

Meeting her parents felt like a big deal to me, even if Brittany didn't see it that way. 

I guess, I wanted to make a good impression? I don't know.

Brittany played the TV and we both continued watching with our hands intertwined.

Finally, we heard a car pull into the driveway.

Brittany sighed and sat up. "Well, I guess it's time."

My heart was pounding as I watched her got off the bed. 

"You don't need to come out, Jo." She told me when she saw me fixed myself and was ready to get off the bed and followed her.

"Where my manners will be if I don't greet them?" I tried to joke even though deep inside, I was trembling.

Brittany smiled and helped me get up and hold on to my crutches.

And together, we walked out of the guest room.

"Hey , Sweetie." I heard her Mom greeted her as we walk at the dining area. Her Dad just looked and smiled at her before both of them directed their focus on me.

"She must be your friend, how are you dear?" Still her Mom.

Before I could answer, her Dad spoke. "Join us for lunch, girls. Come sit."

Brittany guided me to sit before she sat across her Mom.

"I'm doing very well, Ma'am." I told Mrs. Anderson but I think she already forgotten that she asked me as she continued eating and focused on the food in front of her.

The entire lunch, nobody spoke and it was awkward for me though I don't think these three feels the same way.

Like it was so normal for them to share a table and meal but nobody would even start a conversation.

Forget the conversation, not even a small talk.

From time to time, Brittany would look over my side and smile. She would also check if I was okay with just using her eyes and I would nod at her.

As soon as lunch is over, her parents left us as they want to rest, claiming they were working on the plane and didn't have the time to rest.

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