The Sixth Sense

A Boy?

"Avery there you are, finally someone in their right mind," Delia says dramatically as I walk through the kitchen door to see her, mom, and Rory sitting at the breakfast bar.

"What's going on?" I ask confused at why all three of them are in the same room and nobody's killed anyone yet, specifically Delia.

"Wedding prep," Delia smiles so angrily, I almost laugh.

Mom is just sitting there with her pointer fingers on her temples, staring down at the table like she's been trying to control a rebellious five year old.

"Where's Astrid?" I ask still having not talked to her since this morning.

"No clue, where have you been?" Delia asks raising an eyebrow.

God she's going insane, and I don't blame her.

"Well," there's no point in lying, " I swerved off the road on my bike and crashed through someone's fence into a treehouse."

"WHAT?" Delia screams and mom finally looks up, also horrified.

"No no it's fine, the boy who lives there was actually really chill and nice to talk to," I say looking at Delia's horrified face. "I stayed for a couple hours and we just talked."

"About?" Delia asks still looking horrified.

"Everything, I don't know." I say confused by her sudden turn on me.

"Great, another person blinded by complete stupidity in this house." Delia sarcastically states dramatically looking away from everybody.

"What the hell does that mean?" I don't take getting called stupid very lightly ever.

"You could have been kidnapped or murdered. He could have been a stalker," Delia lists dramtically, "or did you see his parents at all? For all you know, he could have been an absolute psycho and murdered them in their sleep."

Mom still hasn't said a word. She's just looking at me, concerned.

"You're dramatic," I chuckle a little.

Delia does not find my crack of humor funny at all, "Fine. But when I have to plan a second funeral, just know I'll be standing above your grave cursing that I told you so."

"Hey atleast maybe at my funeral, Rory will announce some great news. Like that he and my mom are adopting children and moving to alaska or something," I exclaim with a wide sarcastic smile.

Delia huffs and walks around the table while grabbing her coat off the chair.

"I'm going on a retreat day to clear my mind before this whole," she pauses, not being able to bring it to herself to call it a wedding, she just stands there side eyeing Rory and mom. Before continuing, "Grief can cause a lot of things, letme know when you two come back to your senses."

Delia exits very frustrated. Rory gets up to follow her, "If you want to live to see your wedding day, I suggest you do not go out that door." I say to him with a serious face.

He pauses and looks at me before retreating back to where my mom is sitting. God a rage room wouldn't even be enough to make me express how I feel about this man.

"Rory," Mom looks up at him. "Why don't you go look over some of those magazines you showed me earlier? Maybe some good ideas will spark."

"Oh honey I've already memori-," he then picks up what she is putting down, for the fucking first time ever. "Oh you guys need to talk, I get it. I get it. Emotional bonding is important, I suppose I will go look over them once more." He smiles leaving.

She sighs, looking down and holding her fingers to her temples once more as he exits.

"You still mad at me?" she asks, looking up but still holding her fingers to her temples, clearly very stressed.

"I'm not mad mom," I say sighing and I can tell a huge relief rushes over her shoulders. "If he makes you happy, I won't hold it against you. Just as long as it's what YOU want, not him."

"Thank you V, he does make me happy." She says smiling, relieved we're on talking terms again.

I sigh, clearly there is no way Delia or I can convince her to change her mind. Astrid is MIA and clearly this man has got my mom twisted around his finger. I have a feeling this wedding is not going to be stopped.

"So, a boy?" She raises a brow and smirks.

"Oh-uh yeah his name's Jeremy," I say slightly turning red.

"Interesting, what's his last name? Maybe I know his parents." She asks smiling at my reaction.

"Uh actually I don't know that yet but he's really nice and he reads. He was so interested about my love for the paranormal too. We sat there and talked about it for hours." I say smiling to myself.

"Really? That's great V. He sounds good for you." She smiles.

"Momm stoppp," I can't help but smile.

She smiles, she's happy. Happy that I'm happy.

"Ok well I'll stop bugging you and head to bed," she gets up to give me a hug. "I love you V."

"I love you too mom."