This is very short. Sorry.
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Ryan's POV
"I'm home!" I call, closing the front door behind me.
"Shh, Harry's asleep," mum says, turning slightly so I could see her.
"What did you do today?" I ask, taking my coat off and hanging it up on the peg.
"We played hide and seek, we played the number game and we watched some Disney films," she told me, smiling slightly.
"Disney? What happened to Star Wars?" I smirk, knowing that Harry loved r2d2.
"He wanted to watch Cars," mum shrugged, but she had a glint in her eyes.
"What?" I ask cautiously, backing away slightly.
"How did it go?" she asked, stepping forwards.
"How did what go?" I gulp, trying to get away from my mother who no doubt is on about Brendon.
"Your date," she sighed, placing her hands on her hips.
"It was fine. Now, it's eleven o'clock and I'd like some sleep. I've got work tomorrow and Harry's got pre school," I sigh, starting to walk up the stairs, hoping mum would take the hint and go home.
"On a Sunday?"
"It's Sunday today," I sigh.
"No, it's Saturday."
"Oh."
"But fine, if you want me to go, then I'll go," mum snapped, slamming the front door.
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