Sunny Side Up, Honey!

Nine - "Like Mother, Like Son?"

Hey, guys!

Yep, this is a long-awaited update, which is my Valentine's present to you, and though I know it's a day late, I'm sure you can forgive me!(-:

Well, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! And, isn't the banner at the side pretty? The talented glitterdoll made it! Thankyou, m'dear! You should definitely check out her story, My Delivery Boy, sometime!

Without further ado, enjoy!♥

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Nine - "Like Mother, Like Son?"

Adam

"So, Adam darling, tell me about this girl who seems to have captured your heart," Mom asked, as we clambered into our shiny, sleek, chauffeur driven car.

I had wanted to drive my little Volvo, but Mom had insisted that first impressions were vital. Roughly translated into ‘normal’ terms: This was Mom's first ever visit to Starbucks and she wanted to let everyone know she was 'above' them.

"Well, her name is Noelle, and I think she’s adorable. She's very pretty, kinda quiet at first, but once you get to know her, she gets . . . feisty," I smirked, touching my cheek lightly in memory of the previous day.

Boy, this was gonna be good! Showdown time!

"Hm . . . She’s feisty, eh? Well, I guess that can easily be changed. And she has her own house, you say? Her family must be quite wealthy, then, I presume?" I nodded - one little white lie couldn't hurt that much, could it? "Oh, I guess I’ll just have to wait and see to judge her myself, Addy."

I cringed. Addy? Mom hadn't called me that since kindergarten!

"Mom, I swear, in utter honesty if you call me Addy today in front of Noelle I will literally punch you, extremely hard," I growled through my clenched teeth, keeping my voice low so that James, the chauffeur, couldn’t hear.

Mom laughed as she patted James’ shoulders twice - the signal for him to start driving. "Oh, Adam, how you make me laugh! You remind me of your father!"

I shuddered. Me, similar to Dad? Yeah, right!

My dad, Henry Peterson, was the perfect example of what I didn’t want to aspire to be in life. My father was a balding, fat man, who couldn't tell a joke if his life depended on it. Fun, fun and more fun, I’m sure! I thought dryly. Dad was also extremely selfish and inconsiderate, having a doting wife and many other women craving his attention, which they never received, not even Mom.

Hell, at least if Dad was having an affair with some snobby bimbo, it would show he actually possessed the ability to feel emotions!

Thoughts being led astray, I was quickly grounded back down to Earth when my cell phone buzzed in my pocket. Retrieving the phone from my pocket, I saw I had a text message from Noelle. It read:

On my way 2 Starbucks now. I'm not going to wait Adam, so be there!

Fuck. We were running late as it was, and we still had about ten minutes until we got to Starbucks. I hastily sent a text message back to Noelle:

Running l8 - Mom's fault. Circle the block? I'll owe you one!

I silently sent a prayer of thanks to above, as the traffic was virtually non-existent for a Monday morning. Mom was chatting away idly to James, which gave me a chance to think about how this meeting would play out. Both Mom and Noelle had very strong personalities, but hopefully that would draw the two together.