"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Eighty-Four.

Darren's POV.

Tanya was out of the hotel to buy some fresh croissants for me and her.

I was just scrolling through our photos on my phone while I was waiting for her.

But then suddenly, I got a call from my mom.

Confused, I picked up.

She spoke up in Russian through the other side of the line.

"Darren.." She said, her accent filled with Russian.

"Kak dela v Paris, hm? (How are things going in Paris, hm?)"

I chuckled at her question, feeling a fond sense of nostalgia hearing my native language.

"Vsyo horosho, Mama. (Everything's good, Mom.)" I replied.

I leaned back against the bed, running my hand through my hair.

"Tebe yeshche skuchno? (Are you bored yet?)" She asked, her voice filled with lighthearted teasing.

I laughed again, a smile widening on my face.

"Nyet. Ya s Tanya. (No. I have Tanya.)" I said, my voice filled with fondness.

But then I quickly regretted it.

What if my mom figures out I'm dating Tanya by that one sentence that I just said?

"Tanya?" My mom's voice was suddenly more interesting than before.

There was a brief pause on her end before she spoke again.

"Ty vzyal s soboy devochku po imeni 'Tanya'? (You took that girl called 'Tanya' with you?)" She asked.

Oh, fuck.

I tried to control my sudden panic, my mind racing to come up with a believable excuse.

"Ah—" I began, trying to sound casual. "Da, Ona moyi druzhba, Mama. (Yes, she's a friend, Mom.)"

I could almost feel my mom's scepticism through the phone.

"Prosto drug? (Just a friend?)" She questioned, her voice sounding doubtful.

I could practically imagine her raising an eyebrow right now.

I felt a wave of frustration wash over me. 

This was not going the way I wanted it to go. 

But I had to lie convincingly.

"Da, prosto drug, Mama. (Yes, just a friend, Mom.)" I repeated, trying to keep my voice steady.

I hoped she would drop the matter, but I knew my mom too well.

The line was silent for a moment, her end quiet as a mouse.

My heartbeat quickened as I waited for her response.

Finally, she spoke up again, her voice more serious.

"Ya ne glupaya, mal'chik, ne probuy menya. (I'm not stupid, boy, don't try to fool me.)" She said,

I started to panic, hearing the irritation in her voice.

"Anika mne vse rasskazala. Tebe luchshe vernut'sya domoy poskoreye, molodoy chelovek. Tvoyemu ottsu i mne nuzhno budet s toboy pogovorit'. (Anika told me everything. You better come back home soon, young man. Your father and I will need to have a talk with you.)"

My heart sank as I heard my mom's stern words. 

She had called me to make sure if Anika was telling the truth.