Amity (phan)

Chapter 5: Getting to know the people I call my parents.

The rest of the evening was all a blur. Dan went home, his mum worried because he had left home at midnight and hadn't come back all day. I spent the rest of the afternoon in my room, listening to different bands that Chris had recommended me the other day at school. I didn't really know where mum and dad were, but then again it was always like that, them coming home for a few days and then disappearing, forgetting their only child completely.

I was planning on listening to some more music whilst I worked on my maths review package, probably watch some TV, and then go to sleep. However, that changed as soon as I got a text message from mum saying that they were on their way home. She also said that I should stay awake because she and dad wanted to chat for a bit with me, or how I call, finally getting interested in your son after seventeen fucking years.

I sat in the lounge and started to use my phone, deciding that I would wait for them here. I scrolled down my social media, learning about all the useless gossip most of my classmates posted on Facebook. I don't even know why I've got an account anymore; I don't even post pictures or update my status. I got it about five years ago, partly because I wanted to be cool, but also because I was desperate to play all the mini games it had. Now, I regret that decision completely.

I was pulled back into reality as soon as I heard the front door click open, so I jumped up from my seat at the couch and walked to the entrance. Mum stood there, with a tender smile plastered across her face. Dad followed behind her shortly, smiling at me just like mum had a few seconds ago. "Hey darling, how are you doing?" said mum, as she took off her black high heels. I smile at her and tell her that I had been listening to some music and reviewing for exams in my room. It was all small talk, really, they barely knew anything about me, so they just asked the typical parent-son questions, like 'how is school' and 'have you been getting good grades lately'.

I followed them into the kitchen, not really talking, partly because I had no idea what I should talk about, but also because I was lost in my own mind, thinking about Dan. Just something about the way his eyes become hazel and green and yellow as soon as they hit the sun, and the way his skin shined with the sun, or-

"Phil? Why are you smiling to yourself?" I blinked quickly before staining my cheeks red. I looked at both my parents, before they both burst out in laughter. "Just thinking about a girl now, eh Philly?" said dad, as he grinned cheekily at me. If only they knew. Not shortly after, he started to pat my back softly before saying, "Hey, I know I'm not home that often, but if you ever need dating advice, ask me. How do you think someone like me got married with someone like your mum?"

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"So Phil, how are things, really?" mum asked me as dad brought out some bread and prepared some sandwiches. "Nothing much, school is the same as always: boring and stressful. Our GCSE's are soon and I've been studying like crazy." I stared at mum and took in everything about her; the way her long, brown hair covered her shoulders, and how she was dressed so elegant yet so casual. I also noticed the way her cheekbones stood out under her pale, blue eyes. Her purple eyeshadow already a bit worn off, but still bringing her eyes out. It also matched with her purple and white blouse.

"Do you know which university you're applying to?" Asked dad from the other side of the kitchen, as he finished buttering the bread and added a few pieces of ham and tomato. "Well, I've been thinking about taking a gap year, I don't know, maybe get to leave this small town for a bit before deciding what I want to do with the rest my life. Not that I don't like it here, I just think that people here a bit close minded." I said as I fixed my gaze on the pink and red flowers that stood on the windowsill. I suddenly realised that mum and dad might not like that idea, and directly started to regret what I had just said. "Is that alright with you?" I asked shily, still not looking up at them. "Ah, Philly! Of course it's alright with us!" I heard mum say, and I lifted my gaze to meet hers. "I myself took a gap year when I finished school, and let me tell you, that was one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life. I was planning on studying Science. Oh dear, I was so wrong!" She said as she started to laugh softly, before meeting my eyes again.

Dad finished preparing the sandwiches and brought them to the table we were sat on, asking mum if she could help him fetch the glasses. I sat at my place, and admired the way my family was acting so domestic. I treasured the way dad smiled at mum, and how she stared lovingly into his eyes. It made me wonder how it would feel to be so in love with someone, even after so long. It also made me wonder if I could ever fall in love with Dan. Yeah, sure thing I liked him but I didn't love him or anything, not romantically. I loved him platonically, in the way best friends should love each other. But he loved me romantically, and that scared the shit out of me, partly because I wasn't sure I could be able to love him in that way; I didn't even know what my sexuality was. What I did know, though, was that I liked him enough to tell him about it and to even kiss him without feeling the urge of pulling away or making things awkward between us.

They came back to the table and we talked, mainly about school and university, with a bit of banter here and there. I hadn't felt so at home, so pleasant, in such a long time. To me, this house was just the place where I slept and spent most of my time in, but I wasn't emotionally attached to it. Most of my memories in here were of me being by myself, with a maid, or with Dan.

I was glad that I was able to talk to my parents so easily without feeling nervous. They told me that they had been working on a big project in London and that they had been planning on coming home a long time ago, but their schedules always changed, and they were forced to go to a different city or town in the UK.

I checked the clock, as we were ending the conversation. 22:37. We had been talking for the past 5 hours, sat here in the kitchen table, eating ham sandwiches with orange juice, and mum was talking about some weird coworker that had been fired because he had pranked the whole office by leaving thousands of post-it notes all over the place. I knew that this wasn't going to last much, as they were bound to return to their job soon, and I was bound to staying alone in this town again, with a maid that came in every weekday to clean the place, and with my best friend, who had just admitted that he loved me, and whom I had just made out some hours ago in the middle of the park.

I ended the conversation with my parents, telling them that I was tired because of the studying, and that I was going to sleep soon. "Hey Phil?" I heard my mum call as I was leaving the room. "Make sure to set up an alarm for tomorrow. Maybe at like 9 am? We're going out tomorrow, we're not sure where to yet, but somewhere nice, like a park or a museum. We haven't done that in a long time, so it should be fun."

I smiled at her, genuinely. I was happy that we were doing something as a family tomorrow, even if it was something I didn't really like doing. I went up to my room and got ready for bed, a small smile spread across my face as I remembered the face of a certain boy, the one that made me blush like a tomato every time someone mentioned him.

I quickly grabbed my phone and decided to text him. I opened up my conversation with him and I saw that he had texted me two times today, asking how my day had been.

I quickly texted him, saying that I had been talking to my parents all evening and asking if everything was alright with him. I also made sure to add a blue heart at the end of the message. I didn't have to wait long as I got a quick reply from Dan saying that it had been amazing, after what had happened in the park. I smiled at the memory, getting all bubbly inside from the multiple feelings I had felt earlier that day.

We texted back and forth for a bit more before I said I had to go to sleep, and that I really hoped we could see each other tomorrow. It was Sunday, after all. He said he also hoped to see me, adding two red hearts at the end of the sentence.

I smiled as I locked my phone, laying in bed and closing my eyes, only thinking about that specific pair of brown eyes that had always stared at me so lovingly.

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