Dancing on Eggshells

This is the part when Kayden's making my life hard

My mom forced me to stay home from school the next day. Whilst at home, I studied , watched TV, read and did some word searches that my mom forced to do to 'wake up my brain'(which didn't work at all and proves my mother's level of skill in her career). I was still pretty miserable, but Bobba was there to make my life more entertaining without realizing it because she's such a weird person .
Oh yeah, my dad also screamed at Bobba when he got home as she invaded his personal life and was behaving like a child , apparently.
So she has to leave by tomorrow or Dad will call the cops and have her arrested for trespassing .
Anyway, we decided to watch Gilmore Girls marathons from the morning until three in the afternoon. What led to us stop watching was quite simple: a ring at the door.
Bobba-who was still in her zebra stripe pajamas and slippers- answered the door to see some guy from Amazon to deliver a package.
I was confused at first, wondering what the package could be and who it was addressed to. I even had a crazy thought that it was for me, but I didn't know what it could be. It definitely wouldn't be my dad. When he usually orders things online, he makes them take it to his post address because he's paranoid about people knowing exactly where he lives.
I couldn't imagine why Mom would order things online, she loves shopping in a physical place and usually finds what she wants in the local stores.
Chris would've made a huge announcement if he was ordering something online, especially since he would need Dad or Mom's credit card details as both our debit cards can't be used to buy things online. If we use Dad or Mom's cards online, then we just pay them back in cash. But as Bobba jumped to her feet from the couch and trotted to the door, I had the feeling it was for her.
Also, I heard the delivery guy talking from my position.
"Delivery for Teresa Atkins". The guy said in a dull tone as he approached the door.
"Oh god". I muttered as I heard my Bobba bring in the package two minutes later .
She just smiled at me with this psycho-like look and I just stared.
"What did you get even order"? I asked her.
She dropped the package onto the coffee table and ran to the kitchen. The package was medium sized and heavy looking. I didn't have much time to analyze it because Bobba came back a second later with scissors.
"Really, what is it"? I repeated.
"Patience! You'll see it right now!" She lectured.
A minute passed and Bobba was still struggling to break the straps that kept the box together.
"Bobba, do you need help"? I asked.
"No! I am perfectly capable of opening a damn box".
As she said that, the bonds broke and she began tearing at the box. About thirty seconds later, she began to pull out an object. At first, I thought it was going to be some sort of weapon or hair product just because that's what Bobba is like-but it was something completely different.
I immediately shifted closer to Bobba do see what DVD it was, hoping to be excited.
I was terribly wrong.
"Dawson's Creek "? I read aloud, my voice filled with horror.
"Yes", Bobba said , "I need something to keep me entertained ".
"But that looks like the worst show on the entire planet!" I exclaimed.
"Do you even know what it's about "?
"I'm guessing murder , crime, the mafia and the main dude having an affair with his shrink -"
"No, that's The Sopranos".
I rolled my eyes.
"It looks like it's for people my age, you should be watching shows like Shameless or Golden Girls".
"Firstly, I'm not so old that I have to start having Golden Girls marathons. Secondly, why the hell do you think I should be watching a dreadful show like Shameless ? I hope you're not watching it!"
"I'm not, I just know it's about weird and dysfunctional people like you".
"I'm not dysfunctional!"
"Says the woman who got arrested twice on the same night because of her unhealthy obsession with Joy Division".
"We are not to discuss that subject matter ever again!"
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Why don't you just sign up for Netflix"? I asked.
"I told you, I don't know how to work it".
"It's so simple! Even my mom knew how to work it immediately!"
"So you admit that your mother is slightly retarded"?
"Bobba! Don't use that word as an insult !"
"What word? Mother?'
"No! The r-word!"
"Retarded"?
"Stop!"
"Do you not want me to use it because you know your mother is retarded"?
"No, she's not retarded!"
Bobba chuckled and looked back into the box.
"Isn't that box oversized for just a DVD boxset "? I asked.
She shook her hand and dug her hands back into the box. Confusion only struck me for one second, because Bobba took something else out the box.
"It's not oversized because I bought something else...for you".
Suddenly, she was handing me a wrapped object. She held in her hand and looked at me with a smile...that faded a good second later.
"Are you going to take it or not", she snapped, "I'm not going to hold it for you forever!"
"Okay, okay, thanks". I said as I took the wrapped object.
I dropped it into my lap and tore the thin wrapping off. At first, I could feel it was a book-a thick one - under the wrapping paper, but I was surprised as I let the wrapping fall to the floor. In front of me was a thick, colorful book. The cover was titled with big red letters at the top and a colorful drawing at the bottom which took up the rest of the existing space. It was on those pictures that kindergarteners drew of themselves and their family. Like the norm, the child was in the middle and their parents were at each side. Except with this picture, the mother figure had red devil horns and a devil tail coming out from her ass.
"How To Tell If Your Mother Is A Psychopath". I read from the red title, my voice filled with horror once again.
"I also got another addition for your father!" Bobba exclaimed, digging into the box once again.
She took out the same type of book only with blue text and a different title and different tips.
"How To Tell If Your Wife Is A Psychopath". She read aloud as if it was the Great Prophet.
"Bobba! Mom is not a psychopath!" I snapped.
"You don't know until you read the book".
Suddenly, I heard another ring at the door.
"I'll get it". I announced and began to run to the door.
With only an old t-shirt and sweatpants covering my body, I rushed to the door. I didn't think before opening the door, I just opened it like my mind was only half awake.
Yet, my face turned pale as I saw who was at the door.
"Hi". Kayden said as I opened the door.
He had a school bag on his back, telling me he had just returned from school. His normal shaggy hair was perfectly structured and his clothes were hip and neat at the same time.
"What are you doing here"? I muttered.
"I'm here to talk to you".
"About what? I thought you dumped me because I'm a selfish bitch who is ruining your life".
"Keoria-"
As Kayden began, I suddenly felt my Bobba's presence behind me.
"Oh god", she said as she took up the space of the doorway, "you're the stupid boyfriend who broke my granddaughter's heart".
"This is my grandmother". I said, trying to ignore her comment.
"No, I'm your Bobba. I'm too young to be referred as to a grandmother!"
"But you're more than fifty years older than me-"
"Alright! Alright!" She looked at Kayden from head to toe. "Eh, I can see why Kori here was so idiotic to fall for you, you're like a hipster Barbie doll".
"Bobba-"
Kayden suddenly stepped up and attempted to get his chance to speak.
"Ma'am-"
"Boy, you don't call me that stupid 'ma'am' name that they tell you to say in school. You simply call me 'Queen of the World'". Bobba demanded, a smirk on her face.
"Bobba, stop".
"Okay...Queen of the World, could I please have your permission to take your granddaughter on a walk around the neighborhood , and maybe even stop at the park. That one with the small forest".
Bobba sighed and took a step back.
"Hurt her and I will literally hunt you down, kill your family and wipe that attractive face off your skull ".
Kayden nervously nodded.
Bobba then laughed and walked away from the doorway, leaving Kayden and I alone.
Kayden just stared at me, almost as if his eyes had turned to stone and he couldn't move his dwelling eyeballs.
"I never said you could take me". I reminded him.
He took a step closer, his hands suddenly taking mine into his. I jumped a little when he touched me.
"I want to talk to you-about us".
I shook my head.
"I'm not someone you want to be with".
"Why not?"
"Because I've gone crazy. Isn't that the reason why everyone starting avoiding me, because I belong in a nuthouse with Celeste"?
"None of those things are true, Kori".
I finally looked up at him, looking in his dwelling eyes.
"Then what is true"?
"I can tell you if you just give me a chance".
I then released his hands from mine and took my arms behinds me, letting my hands meet at the back.
"I'll go get changed".