Maybe This Time

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Sunday is general cleaning day. We're one of those families who dont have cleaning ladies, and do the cleaning all by ourselves. Not because we cant afford a cleaning lady, but because we just dont want one. For me and my Mom, its kinda our day. I get so busy in school, that I dont get to hang out with her anymore. But every sunday, our cleaning day, we do.

At 8 o'clock, I was out of bed. When I went downstairs, my Mom was already making breakfast. The smell of toast and scrambled eggs filled the air, and my stomach growled.

My mom greeted me with a loving smile.

Another good thing about sundays is family meals. Family breakfast, lunch and dinner. Mom usually makes something special.

"How was yesterday? Did you finish your paper?" Mom asked, spreading butter on her toast.

"Yup. We did." I said, spreading scrambled eggs on mine.

"Good. So what else did you do?" She asked.

I chewed on my food carefully. "He took me to the park." I said, after swallowing a mouthful.

My mom's eyes flickered with amusement. That obviously caught her interest, but she's trying not to be the nosy mother. "The park, huh?" She said calmly, stirring his coffee. "What did you do?" She asked, all innocence.

"We had a picnic." I replied.

Her eyes shined even brighter as she settled down her cup. "Like, a real picnic?" She asked. She can't help it. She's being the nosy excited teen-like mom. I rolled my eyes, but I can't help but smile too.

"Yes mom. A real picnic. He brought a basket and made some sandwiches. He even bought me a whole pack of juice boxes." I said, sounding like some lame teenager from a movie who's telling her girlfriends about her first date.

"Aww, honey. That is so sweet." She screeched. "You know that it means he likes you right?" She asked.

"Mom. Stop. You sound like one of the preppy girls from school. And no, it was just a picnic. We spent hours at the library, he thought itd be nice to hang out for awhile. That's all. Nothing special." I said, waving her off.

My mom rolled her eyes upon hearing this. She actually rolled her eyes on me! Wow. "Whatever you say."

We were silent for awhile as we eat. I quietly thanked the angels in heavens for that. She sipped her coffee, and occasionally glances at me through the rim of her cup. Then I knew she wouldn't give up that easily.

As if on cue, she sets her cup of coffee and blurted out, "So do you like him?"

I groaned, setting my fork down. "Mom!" I protested.

"Oh come on, honey. We never talk about stuff like this anymore. So tell me. Do you like this guy?" She asked.

I hate to admit it but she's right. We haven't had girl talk for quite some time now. But still, I rolled my eyes before talking.

"He's pretty much the hottest guy in school, Mom. Everybody likes him."

My mom's smile widened, eyes shining so bright, it almost blinded me. "And this guy brought you to a picnic. Made you sandwiches and stuff?" She asked.

I blushed a little. Smiling despite of myself. "Yeah." I simply say.

Yeah. Levi Evans, basketball star, the most popular and hottest guy from school made me turkey sandwiches. How surreal is that?

"That's my girl!" She said proudly.

I shook my head, laughing a little. Gosh, sometimes my mom is such a girl!