Extraordinary

Chapter 19: Visit

Chapter 19: Visit

I decided to visit my mum today. I was out of my drama and busy routine today, so why not.

When I was little, I was extremely close to my mum, and that never really changed until my dad….. I don’t really remember what happened after that whole situation, I’m pretty sure she got a full-time job to be able to provide for both of us.  Our shopping and dinner dates were over.  We only found so much time to talk, enough time where she could see me play at only so many games. I don’t think she was even at my last game.

Right after I was out of the infirmary and the game was over and coach checked me off, Pat took me back to the house and my mum was surprisingly there, completely unaware of my game. She felt so sorry for me that she babied me for the rest of that day before she went right back to work.  

Yeah, we missed each other, we were all we had left. I mean, my dad, he-. Okay just get that I really don’t want to talk about my dad.

It was really handy that I could just walk right over to my mum’s house, because you know me and my walking. I should just run to everyone’s houses, I can be fairly good at it. I was only a couple blocks away, standing where I could see the house come into view. It felt good to be walking on the familiar street again. Don’t get me wrong, I miss home, but I’m a 20-year old now and I need to start my life off right with a fresh start out of football.

It felt weird to call myself an adult, so 20-year old works!

And I never had “relationship problems” when I started out in college, so I never really talked to her about it. I just went right to Chloe or Pat after that since she “temporarily” took me out of her life. It was sort of ironic, being too busy to interact with me to able to provide for the both of us. But she was my mum, and I loved her dearly, it would’ve been nice for her to just be there.

“How’s Pat?” she asks. I shrug.

“Same as always, in some big football team now,” I sigh at the end. She nods. We were in my old home, sitting in two chairs that faced the windows, looking out at the same street I walked on for years. I would find myself looking at her instead of outside, studying her features. I always thought my mum was beautiful, and she still is, with her wide blue eyes and now-short blonde hair. She aged well, with only a few crinkles in her cheeks and her small lips. She was always the fun mum. 

“Do you think-“she starts, but I interrupt her.

“No, he doesn’t see me in that way mum, he’s just my best friend and that’s all,” She looks down in disappointment. My mum has known Pat ever since we started being friends, she trusted him and usually allowed him to walk right inside our home.  She knew, quite obviously, that he perhaps had feelings for me, and I’m pretty sure she wanted us to be a “thing”.

“Pat has always fancied you Lola, he’s just not brave enough to show his true-“

“There’s someone else now mum,” I blurt out. She gapes at me, clutching her coffee mug a little tighter.

“Who?” she asks, sounding quite interested. I sigh before I reply.

“Remember the football match where I got hurt, the one from about a year ago?” She nods and thankfully doesn’t add another comment.

“Well, the boy who did that actually talked to me more, and we started hanging out more and more and getting closer as friends,” I start talking faster as I tell her about the millions of apologies at school and the movie nights, leaving out all aspects of the other boys. She listens intently, not interrupting at all for questions or comments.