Roller Coaster

Monday Mornings

After the game Sunday afternoon, Mrs. Pearson took Ian and me out to dinner.

"Where are you staying Mom?" Ian asked as he finished up his dessert.

"At Lisa's," she replied.

"Isn't that like an hour away?" he asked.

"About forty-five minutes," she replied.

"You can stay with us if you want," he said, "If it's okay with you Nat."

"It's fine with me," I said, "We don't have class again until Tuesday, so we'll be home all day tomorrow." 

"You guys don't have to," she said.

"It's not like Natalie lets me use my own bed anyway," Ian laughed.

"Ian!" I exclaimed, kicking him under the table.

"I miss the two of you," she laughed, "If you don't mind, I think I'll spend another day with you guys." 

"We'd be happy to have you," I smiled as the waitress came back with our bill.

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"I'll take your bags back to my room," Ian said as we got back to our apartment.

"Thank you," Mrs. Pearson smiled.

"I'll show you around," I laughed, "There's so much to show you," I smirked as we walked into the kitchen.

"Bigger isn't necessarily better," she smiled.

"We like it," I smiled, "Not too much to clean," I added, "Here's the living room."

"I like the paint," she said.

"Thanks," I laughed, "We just finished it a few weeks ago," I added, "The bathroom is the door on the right, Ian's is across the hall, and mine's the door at the end of the hall. That's pretty much the whole thing."

"I take it Ian hasn't cleaned his room in the past week," she laughed.

"He hasn't been in there enough to make it messy," I laughed, "He certainly dirties a lot of laundry though."

"I've been trying to tell him for years that he doesn't need to put the clothes he wears for an hour in the laundry basket," she laughed, "Or that he can wear the same dress shirt more than once."

"I hate those things," I groaned, "I wash them then I have to iron them four times before he hangs them up and then they conveniently fall on the floor and he comes to me on game day and tells me they need to be ironed again." 

"Oh I know all about that," she laughed.

"I love it though," I smiled, "I really do."

"Good," she smiled.

"The bathroom down the hall is all yours if you want to take a shower or anything," I said, "I'm going to go change."

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"Goodnight Mom," Ian said as he shut my bedroom door, letting out a sigh.

"Tired?" I laughed as he crawled in next to me.

"Extremely," he replied, "Too much excitement."

"At least we don't have class tomorrow," I remarked.

"Thank God," he laughed, "I'm looking forward to sleeping in and you making breakfast." 

"Who said I was making breakfast?" I laughed.

"I assumed," he grinned.

"We'll see," I smiled, "Goodnight doofus." 

"Night Nat," he smiled, kissing my cheek.