Sirena

[5]

"You invited him over for brunch?" Lucia looks at me like I'm a complete idiot the next morning.

"For the millionth time, Lucia, yes."

"Oh, Sirena!" My mother yells in a sing song way. "Your human friend is here!"

"Bye Lucia!" I teleport her back to her house with the snap of a finger. I hope she hasn't ended up somewhere completely random like she ended up in Kalamazoo last time.

I take a deep breath and concentrate. The water from the glass on my bedside table flies out and envelopes me, magically increasing in size. In a split second, I teleport to the front door, next to my mom. The water spills all over the floor instead of disappearing like it's supposed to.

"Oops," I squirm and Mason widens his eyes in shock.

"For Syphilia's sake, Sirena, who's going to clean all this up?!" My mother grumbles. Dressed in a flowing light blue dress, leaving behind a trail, she sure knows how to make a statement.

"Syphilis?" Mason raises an eyebrow.

"Have some respect, boy. Syphilia is the queen of the sirens." My mom warns and I chuckle.

"I-I'm s-sorry," Mason quivers.

"Lolita! Would you clean this up?" Mom yells and we head to the dining room.

"So, mom," I say casually. "Mason here is your biggest fan."

"Really?" My mom beams.

"Yeah," I say and Mason chuckles nervously.

"I love my fans! Would you like a signed picture?" She pulls one out of her pocket and hands it to him.

"Wow, you carry signed pictures in your pocket?" He asks.

"Of course! They always come in handy." She skips into the kitchen.

"Wow," He smiles. "I can't believe I just met Esmeralda Lockwood."

"You're about to regret it," I warn him.

"Why's that?"

"Because Esmeralda Lockwood is the world's worst cook," I state. "And she's decided to make our brunch today."

"You're pretty dramatic, aren't you?" He remarks and seats himself in the dining room.

"Here you go," My mom places a plate in front of him and one in front of me. The plates contains two waffles, beautifully garnished with whipped cream and chocolate syrup.

But like we sirens like to say, looks can be deceiving. Mason starts to choke after taking a single bite.

"Oh, you poor dear! Are you okay?" My mom notices.

He gulps it down and nods without making eye contact with her. "I'm good!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes... I didn't realise that there were chillies in the waffles." He takes a sip of the orange juice.

"The chillies are my specialty. They're picked from the most premium farm in Argentina," My mother informs him. "Delicious, aren't they?" 

"Uh, yeah. Very delicious." He coughs.

"Honestly, mother," I roll my eyes. "You're the only one who finds those chillies remotely edible."

"Now, Sirena, don't be rude. Mason seems to be enjoying them quite a bit." He points at him and he gives her a thumbs up as his eyes start to water.

"Where's dad?" I ask.

"He's working on J-Lo's garden. You know how picky she is about her petunias."

"J-Lo and her petunias," I chuckle as Mason looks awestruck.

"So, Mason, how long have you known about sirens?" My mom asks.

"About two years, I guess." He responds awkwardly.

"Your girlfriend was a siren, eh?"

"Mom! Please." I protest as Mason looks uncomfortable.

"How do you know that?" He asks.

"It's a gift. I'm very perceptive." She runs her fingers through her shiny fawn hair. "Is your family aware about sirens?"

"No,"

"And I trust that you know how to keep a secret?"

"Yes, ma'am." He nods.

"Good," She smiles. "Now, would you like some more waffles?"

"No, thank you!" He says a little too quickly.

Lolita appears behind us and clears our plates.

"I should go. My brother is expecting me," He says apologetically. "Thank you so much for having me."

"It was our pleasure, darling. Feel free to come back whenever you want!" My mom hugs him and chuckles when he looks like he's about to pass out.

"Bye Sirena." He waves.

"I'll see you around, Sorrento." I return his wave and he leaves.

"Jeez, mom! You scared him away!" I complain.

"What? No, I didn't." She shakes her head.

"Yes, you did. You interrogated him like a detective." I inform her.

"Well, I had to get to know him and see what he knows," She explains. "And for the record, I approve. He's a good lad."

"Your approval is a bit premature since I'm not interested in him like that."

"Oh, Sirena, I can see it in your eyes. You know how perceptive I am." She repeats and teleports away before I can deny anything, leaving behind a cloud of smoke.

While I acknowledge that my mother is extremely perceptive, she has to be wrong this time.

She's definitely wrong this time.

Isn't she?

A/N

Hello! First of all, I'm so sorry. I know that it's literally been ages since I last updated this book. Secondly, I apologise for the short length of this chapter. It's been a while since I've worked on this book and I'm a bit rusty.

I logged into this account after a long time to see that Sirena has won a couple of awards. I'm so honoured! Thank you so much.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I promise you that the next one will be longer and more eventful.