"Mom. Mooooooooom!"
"What?"
After I discovered what my story had been missing, I could not stand it. I had to know.
"Mom, what is love?"
As she came up the steps she smiled, and said, "Ooooo, has my lovely daughter found another lovely man at her school to keep her company? You know you kids are just the right age, almost seventeen."
"What?"
"Nevermind. Anyway, why do you ask?"
"Well..." how would I explain this to her? That I didn't know what love was? Now that I think about it, it was kind of embarrassing. Although my mom probably would not understand the question, and we would have the entertaining "sex-talk" again, at age sixteen.
"...Nevermind."
"Ooooooh," she whined playfully, "tell me, please?"
"I forgot."
She sighed, and fake sobbed, "I guess you *sob* don't want *sob* to talk to your mother *sob sob* anymore *sob*."
Before I could respond she sprung up from her fake crying position, and said, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot to tell you!" She came up close to me and grasped my hands.
"Some handsome young boy has come to our house this morning asking for you!"
It wasn't really that shocking. To tell the truth, I'm actually decent looking, so it's not that often than not that a boy asks me out. But a boy coming to my house? This was a first. I would have to go to him and properly for having; a) the balls to come to my house, and b)the balls to actually stalk me to my house. But I'll praise him later.
"Is that so?" I said.
"Yes! Finally, I found a decent boy to marry my daughter off to! Don't turn him down!" My mother squealed and ran off to finish the chicken casserole in the oven, that was probably already crispy black.
"Sure..." I breathed, "thanks mom, you were a big help."
I went to my desk and swiveled my spinney chair towards my computer. I typed in "definition of love" but none of the results really helped.
2love
verb \ˈləv\
: to feel great affection for (someone) : to feel love for (someone)
: to feel sexual or romantic love for (someone)
: to like or desire (something) very much : to take great pleasure in (something)
Yep...that'll really help...thanks, internet.
"Mooooooooom! I'm going outside!"
"Okay dear! just remember to put on a jacket! It's cold outside! And the casserole will be done in a few minutes, so don't go too far!"
"Okay! I'll be going now!" I slipped my jacket over my shoulders, and slammed the front door behind me.
I always liked to use the fresh air to clear my mind. It helped me think, and with it's help, I came up with a conclusion. Why should I bother? My life has been fine up until now, except for the misunderstandings between me and romance novels. My life schedule was already set; Eat, study, sleep: why would I need anything else? Or so I tried to convince myself, in truth, I really wanted to understand love, and possibly (most likely not) experience it myself. I had gone out with a lot of guys, I mean, ALOT, but none of them really...I didn't really like any of them. I guess I was just fooling myself into thinking I had the only thing that I wanted, no, needed.
