Beauty is A Beast (boyXboy)

Chapter 22

It had been a three weeks since my date with Matteo and we've talked a few times, whether it was through phone calls or text messages. Honestly, I couldn't look him in the eye anymore. It was like every time he looked at me his heart broke, and the thought that just the sight of me hurt him was killing me.

I was going back to California for a few weeks to visit family since I was on winter break. Jess is spending it with his cousins and aunt in Paris and Matteo....well I don't actually know how he's spending his Christmas, but I hope he's having fun.

I'm sitting in the backseat of a cab on my way to Kaos and Liza's new house. They decided to downsize to a three bedroom house, since the other house was too big and too spacious. The taxi pulled up to a lavender two story house. It was actually really nice and looked homey. The grass was cut to perfection and there was a small bed of flowers along the front of the house.

I walked up the small amount of steps leading to the porch,carrying my luggage, before knocking on a door. I heard a voice yell that it was open. I pushed open the door and locked it behind me because I had this paranoia of leaving doors unlocked.

"In the kitchen," I heard Liza's melodic voice call.

I walked towards the sound of her voice and as I got closer I heard her singing along with the music playing. She had a nice voice and I always found it calming. She was cooking which was a surprise because she only cooked for special occasions.

"Hey mom, why are you cooking?" I asked trying to sound natural.

"I don't know I'm just in a cooking mood," she told me quietly not actually looking at me. She appeared to be making lasagna with garlic bread and a fruit salad to go with it. Weird.

"No offense but are you okay? You don't cook unless it's a special occasion and you're never in the mood for cooking......baking maybe but not cooking, so what's wrong?" I demanded. Often times we did this, switching roles. We acted more like friends than like parent and child. It was what I liked about Liza, she didn't assume to be my mother she just was there if I needed her.

She sighed, shaking her head before looking at me with her hazel green eyes, which held a bit of frustration. That kind of shocked me because for the entire time I've known her, she always seemed to have this blank look in her eyes, even if she was smiling. "Kaos he...he's just been getting on my nerves a little more than usual. He blames me that your mad at him, says that I'm being too nonchalant with you but honestly in my opinion, your'e old enough to make your own decisions and think for yourself."

"That's crazy, it's my decision to be mad at him, not yours." I told her angrily," I don't how you don't chop his head off sometimes."

She chuckled while placing the lasagna in the oven, "Trust me the thought has run through my mind every once in a while but I love him. Just like how you felt towards Matteo, that is, before you lost your memories of him."

"What's it like," I asked before quoting Jess," to be love and have that loved returned."

"At first it's terrifying. It's being happy for someone even if they aren't with you. The person you love becomes your everything, the air you breathe, the song you can't help but listen to on repeat, the sunshine to your cloudy days and it's wonderful. The only thing is that there's always this fear that one day they'll find someone as great as them, that they'll squeeze all the love out of your heart until there's nothing left, but that's not the scary part." She told me pausing," The scary part is that even if they were to hurt you, you still can't hate them."

"That's deep mom," I told her smirking.

She smirked right back at me before winking, "I know. I read it in a book somewhere."