I Can See The Stars From America [COMPLETED]

Chapter 20: New Beginnings

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Chapter 20: New Beginnings

"Kevin! Come downstairs!" Dad's voice echoed throughout the house. Jon opened my bedroom door and helped me walk out. I clutched his hand, lightly.

"What's up?" I whispered.

"You'll see for yourself." He replied as we made a turn to walk downstairs.

"Am I in trouble?" I questioned, my brain whizzing so as to remember anything stupid I had done. No. Nothing at all.

He chuckled beside me. "You'll see, young man."

Somehow, Jon succeeded in scaring the crap out of me! I nervously made my way downstairs with him.

"There's my boy!" Dad cheered, his voice hinting utter pride.

My eyebrow puckered up inquisitively at the sudden appreciation.

I could hear mom chuckling, her voice cracking while doing so. Wait a second. Was she crying?

What the hell was happening?!

"Dad..." I trailed carefully, my final step landing on the carpeted floor.

"Kevin, I would like you to meet Mr. David Moore here. He's the Managing Director of the University of Yale." Dad triumphed.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. The MD of Yale was here?! Woah!

"Nice meeting you, Mr. Moore." I replied, my hand sticking out. Mr. Moore gave me a firm handshake.

"An immense pleasure to meet you too, Kevin!" He addressed. I beamed as a reply. It seemed like the gates of heaven had opened up for me and the angels were playing their harps! In the midst of all the drama, something good happened! I didn't know what was to come next but I sure had a hunch.

"Shall we discuss this in the living room, please?" Dad offered. I felt movement and walked in tow, soft fingers enclosing my hand.

"Kevi, who's he?" Eva whispered, curiosity lingering in her voice.

I chuckled. "Someone huge! Someone who's part of this University I want to go to."

She made an "Ohh" sound and we followed the crowd. Soon we were all seated with Jon helping me in.

"Mr. Moore, would you like to have something to begin with?" Mom offered.

He chuckled softly. 'Sounds like a pleasant fellow.' I thought.

"It's very kind of you to offer, Mrs. Sanders, but I wouldn't have anything. Thank you." He explained.

"Jonathan here makes fantastic food which I advise you shouldn't resist." Dad suggested, playfully. Jonathan chuckled and I knew he looked bashful.

"Ah! He sure does, probably, but I don't want to risk facing my wife after doing so! She says I look like a pumpkin and it's not at all a sweet endearment!" He whispered.

Everyone at the table chuckled before things came back to being serious.

"Now. The reason why I'm here is probably puzzling you, right Kevin?" Mr. Moore asked.

I smiled. "I'm not that puzzled, honestly. I've got a slight hint already."

"Told you this guy's smart! That's good..." Mr. Moore trailed while I smirked in response.