Not just another cliche love story, Right? (A wavier story)

Chapter 14 Parents

Wednesday POV
I always looked up to my mother. The way her and father bond, the way they can speak to eachother without even talking, the way they show eachother they care and are there for one another at all times in different ways. Yet, that doesn't mean I want to become her. She is my icon my inspiration but we are so different. She is loving and I am unlovable. People look at her and stare both because shes stunning ans because shes creepy. Im just a freaky monster of a daughter compared to her beauty. But I love her even if I never show it and I know she loves me. My mom, woe to a wonderful woman. When I arrived home she was the first to greet me. "Hello Wednesday how was your.." she paused, im not sure why it isn't that hard to say friends house. "How was Xavier's?", she repeated completely destroying the first question out of the blue. "Is was great", i wasn't going to mention the stalker and the grave and the vision. No I couldn't not because she'd freak out but because she would want to know more about it. More about my life. More about...Me.
Xavier's POV
My father is bright I have to say but he doesn't know me. He never will. Even if he tried to spend some time with me after my moms death instead of pouring himself into his work. He still wouldn't know me. He never will... "So that Wednesday girl.. Shes been here all week?" , he almost sounds interested. "No just about a day" if im being honest im not sure how long, whether it was one day or two it felt like a week after all. "Hm she seemed to be in a rush", what is he on about this time. He seems more interested in her then his own son. No "how have you been?" or "did you miss me while i was on my trip?" he didn't care about what i thought... Did he?