"Honey I'm home!" My mother shouted in a sing song voice mimicking, perfectly a husband coming home from work. "Up here" I shouted back "I just finished the laundry darling." I played along. I bounded downstairs to greet mum.
"So mum, what's for tea?"
"Hm lets see, that depends, do you want chicken that's burnt and made by yours truly or do you want delicious chicken made by chefs at the take out?"
"I'll opt for the latter."
"The usual?"
"The usual."
"I'll go order it, in the meantime, make me some coffee, Boss Josh has been a real jerk today."
"Consider it done."
I strolled into the kitchen and boiled some water, listening to the slow build up of the bubbles inside the kettle and then the short drop of the rate of the bubbles. I made the coffee just how mum liked it, then my tea, set them down on the coffee table in the living room and jumped onto the sofa. My mum sauntered in with a satisfied smirk and I could what she had done. "You did it didn't you?" I questioned with a disapproving tone. "Might of." She said.
"Come on mum you know you're never going to date take away Keith you're just setting him up for disappointment, you can't keep flirting your way into cheap take out!"
"Hey, hey, hey I am allowed to use my womanly charms to get good deals and I haven't promised him anything, if I'm gonna be crushed on I should be allowed to get something out of it!" with that she took a massive swig of her coffee and sighed, satisfied, leaning back into the sofa. I watched her do this and rolled my eyes, "I swear you have an addiction, can't you ever set something different down in that spot on the table?"
"It's called a coffee table for a reason."
Ding! The doorbell went off.
"Whatever, I'll go pay Keith, get out plates mum, I shouldn't do all the work."
When I came back mum was settled happily into the couch her nose fully engulfed in a newspaper reading attentively with her black glasses perched on the ridge of her nose. "Food!" I called.
"Good, good anything new in school?" I sighed at the mention of that dreaded place and set the food down onto the table carefully, "There never is mum, school is nothing like the movies.". She contemplated this for a moment and then answered,
"Yeah, but I wish it was, it'd bring some variation into your dull life.".
"I think I've got enough uniqueness in my life from you, mum."
She laughed "Probably."
We settled into a comfortable silence, enjoying our food. "You sure you haven't heard any gossip or anything?" Mum suddenly blurted out.
"Honestly mum! You're so nosey, but no, nothing interesting."
"Aha! That means you did hear something! Come on, come on, own up, what is it?"
"Just that a new boy is coming to school, that's all."
"In the middle of the term?" She asked incredulously.
"That's what I heard."
"In the last year?" She bugged me.
"Mum!"
"Ok, ok!" She held her hands up in surrender, "You'd better tell me if he's hot though."
"Whatever."
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The Lone Nerd
RomanceAs a 16 year old girl, going into my last year of high school I covered my school image in school work and loneliness which proved to achieve just that, loneliness. I was undesirable, even as a friend, I limited myself to a strictly, business-like r...
