Chapter 11

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***11~Lilli

We laid on our backs for awhile after that, watching the clouds lazily wander by.

He occasionally said something witty or stupid, that cute little dork, but we mostly laid in silence.

After a while, he randomly blurted, "My mom is dying to meet you!"

I blinked a couple times and sat up.

"You already told your mom about me?" I asked, and his face heated up. "...after one day?"

"I... no! Yes! Maybe, oh God.."

I could feel my own face heat up as well and fumbled for words.

"Oh?" Is all I managed before cracking a smile.

"I'm so stupid," he said, covering his face.

"Yeah.." I said, and he made a screwed up face. I tapped his nose.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" I asked, picking up our trash.

He laid there for a minute, looking terrified.

"Come on, Mason. Your mom can't be that bad," I teased. He gulped. I laughed.

He got up and helped me clean up.

Then he picked me up on his shoulders and tried to run.

I screamed and laughed, holding on to his shoulders. Then I jumped off because we were falling.

We landed next to each other, grinning and panting, and he helped me up.

"So much for that," he said regretfully. I smiled and he took my hand, heading down the street toward his house.

Suddenly I got extremely scared.

What if she didn't like me?

What if I made a fool of myself?

What if?

It was too late to run now, though, because he walked inside.

I steeled myself and followed him, sweating nervously.

"Mason, is that you? Your room is a mess, young man," his mom called from the kitchen. He grinned sheepishly at me.

"Yeah, mom," he called, heading into the kitchen.

I followed him, and a nice looking woman was standing by the sink, washing dishes.

She didn't look like Mason at all, with her dark brown hair and light, honey colored skin.

Strange.

She turned around and stared for a minute, open mouthed.

"Lilli!" she said delightedly. I smiled.

"Miss Cordon!" I answered, hugging her.

Mason stood, confused.

"Your mom was head of our local track team," I reminded him.

Understanding dawned on his face.

"Please, stay for dinner, hon," she said, finishing up with the dishes.

I felt a tiny bit of hope swell up.

It'd be the first time I'd eaten with people as an actual family in ages...

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