~DREAMING OF YOU~ A PLANYMPHIA FANFIC

Chapter 11

October 8th, 2024, Boston, Massachusetts, Plane's mom's house.

(Plane's POV)

I got in my car and started it up. I'm seeing my mom today and I haven't seen her in a bit. I've been busy with gigs and I haven't had time to really stay put. Usually I'm waking up early for my next gig or getting home at 3 in the morning, all worn out and looking like I'm a drag zombie, but instead of eating brains I'm eating lashes. I still haven't figured out how my lashes always fall off before I come home at night, maybe they looked at me all melted and drunk and thought "Oh hell no". But let me stay on track. Whenever I go to my moms I feel high on nostalgia. She still lives in the same house I grew up in and everything is the same exact way it was more than 15 years ago, same kitchen she cooked dinner in, same backyard where I used to play in all day during the summer, same living room where I used to practice ballroom dancing and accidentally kicked my brother, but hey, it's not my fault that he was in the way when I was too distracted making sure I got all the steps right. Even though that happened I still love going, she's cold but she lets me know that I'm loved.

There's really only one thing I hate about the nostalgia of that house and it's when my parents sat me down and told me they were getting a divorce. I was really confused at the time because I thought my parents were happy. I rarely ever saw them fight and it seemed like they agreed with each other on things most of the time, but I guess there was problems that ran deeper that I never saw because I was young and naive. I was somewhat lost for a couple years after that because at a young age i thought their love was the true love everyone was searching for, but eventually I found what love was supposed to be for me and I have a lover currently who I don't think I could let go at this point of my life. I haven't told my mom or dad about Nymphia. They know we were on the same season and that we're close, but they don't know about the deeper things we connect with. Nymphia and I have been a thing probably since December of last year and no one has found out we're actually together, obviously the fans have made suspicion about it, but we both deny it and make jokes about it to cover it up. I just don't want it to become what I'm known for, I've seen things like these go down into a spiraling hell of uncomfortable interviews, anger thrown towards the person who you used to throw your heart to, and the wonder if you're still in love with them or if you're just trying to pass the time while you wait for the next person to come into your life. Besides that im really excited to see my mom. She's a bitch and I live for it.

Before I know it im only a block away from her house and I just gotta make one more turn. All of the nonsense I was thinking about in my head somehow led me to here. I make the turn and see the driveway. I slowly drive into my mother's driveway and make a stop. I turn off my car and get out to walk up to the front door. My mom hasn't decorated that much for Halloween these past years, but she has a little scarecrow she probably found at Hobby Lobby right by her doorstep. I knock on the door and I can hear her walking to the front door. She opens it and lets out a word in a loving, but cold tone.

"Hello!" My mom says with her thick Russian accent.

"Hi mom!" I say as I walk in and take my shoes off.

The TV is on and playing The Real Housewives of New Jersey with Russian subtitles, I've never seen that on her TV before, she's probably learning what it is off of her friends in the book club she joined 2 months ago. I don't think they actually read much in that club, they probably just talk and drink wine. Ive seen the club's posts on facebook and they look like they're trying so hard to like each other. It's hilarious.

"Why don't you sit on the couch." My mom says coldly. Now some people would see this as rude since she says it so coldly, but she and my dad have both been born and raised in Russia and the cold tone and personality is normal there. My friends as a kid were sometimes scared of her and I was confused since it was normal to me.

I sat on the couch and she sat down aswell. I started to ask questions about how life has been going.

"Как твои дела?" I ask her in Russian.
(How are you going?)

"Хороший." My mom replies back.
(Good.)

"Я не знал, что ты  смотришь настоящих домохозяек Нью-Джерси?" I say.
( I didn't know you watched The Real Housewives of New Jersey?)

"Diane told me about it." My mom says. Usually when we talk with each other we speak Russian and English. Sometimes more than the other, but it depends on what we're talking about.

"She's in the book club isn't she?" I question.

"Yea. I think one of her kids went to high school with you." My mom replied.

"Oh. What's her kid's name?" I ask. I don't talk with most of the people I went to high school with now, but I still remember most of them.

"Brad Smith." My mom replied.

Oh lord. Brad Smith was your average white jock who would make slightly sexist or homophobic comments during normal conversations. I remember doing a project with him during sophomore year and it was hell. I never told my mom about him though. He was too trashy for my lips to be speaking about him.

"Oh I knew him." I said back, trying my best to keep it simple and not tell my mother about all the stupid shit he did.

"Он кажется милым." My mom replied.
(He seems nice)

"Он сомнительный." I say carefully.
(He's questionable)

"Really?" My mom questioned.

"A bit yeah." I respond quietly.

I'm silently hoping she doesn't ask more as I look down at my hands in my lap with my legs crossed. She looks at the tv then looks back at me. I finally look back at her as she starts to talk again.

"Ты недавно разговаривал со своим отцом?" She says.
(Have you talked with your father recently?)

"No." I respond.

I haven't talked to my dad in a few months. It's not cause we're not close anymore, but because I've been busy and he got a bit mad at that. I tried to call and explain to him what was going on, but he hung up at the 30 second mark of that call. I'm not sure if my mom knows that or not.

"He was angry when you were working. He told me you tried to explain and he shut you down. That bastard." My mom said. Her Russian accent made it seem kinda badass, but when you're the same height as a smurf the effect only works for a few seconds. At least that's what I've seen my whole life.

"I just wish he would text me and ask if we could talk." I sighed.

"Talk to him. You know he's a little bitch about that." My mom said.

I really didn't know he was a bitch about that. I remember one time we argued about something and a few hours later he texted me saying he wanted to talk. I guess the relationship between me and him is stronger since I'm his son and my mom is just his ex-wife and my parents got divorced years ago and he was probably different than now. My mom can't really get over the fact that not all people stay the same.

" I will." I say accepting my mom's feelings and not starting an argument. I don't feel like arguing with my mom right now since it's my first time seeing her in months, but if she brings it up again it will be a problem. Right now I'm just gonna tolerate it.

Song of the chapter: Tolerate it by Taylor swift.

Thank you guys so much for all the reads! I could not thank you guys enough for all the support y'all have given me. This chapter I really wanted to give a deeper look into Plane's backstory/lore so that's mainly what this chapter is about. I'll probably do one of these for nymphia aswell but that's for the future. That's all!