Falling Back #wattys2017

Chapter Eight

           

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs, which I expected. It took a few minutes to pull myself out of bed and get myself ready enough to have breakfast.

            "Good morning Dad!" I greeted

           "Good morning sweetie" greeted my dad

         Things went like they usually did in the morning. I had my breakfast, did my little thinking session as to how today was going to turn out. Usually, my dad and I talk about things like TV shows or current events. Although, todays conversation was a bit different.

         "So, I heard that you and Mike went mini golfing a couple of times" said Dad

         "Yep"

       This was going to get awkward really quickly. My stomach started to hurt which usually happens when I am nervous. I suddenly wasn't so hungry anymore and slid my bacon and eggs away from me.

         "You know" started my dad "your mother and I used to mini golfing when we first met in high school"

        "Who would always win?" I asked

        Please don't say he did, please don't say he did, please don't say he did.

        "I did" said Dad "Do you have a crush on him yet?"

        That was the exact question I was afraid he would ask. For some reason, I hated whenever people would ask that. I don't like Mike. All my responsibility is to be his friend and make sure that he doesn't commit suicide. Although, I do like him as a friend, if that counts for anything. Nothing made sense the past eight days. Eight days ago, I hated him more than any other human being in the world and never wanted to talk to him again. Now I was almost looking forward to seeing him. Weird.

          "Your mother started liking me at around this time" said Dad "I think she started liking me around the 10th day"

         "The 10th day?!" I asked "Isn't that a bit specific?"

         "Again, another time" said Dad

        Now I was completely wondering if history is repeating itself by some kind of fate thing or destiny. The story between my parents was all too similar. They went mini golfing together? Dad started out like a jerk? My mom was just like me?

        If history was to repeat itself, Mike and I would get married, we'd have a daughter, and I would die during child birth and not be able to become a lawyer. My future was looking awful. I couldn't die at age 22. I wanted to live a long life. Maybe I could live into my eighties or ninety's. Doesn't look like that's happening.

          "Is history going to repeat itself?" I asked Dad

          "It depends, did you ever like Mike, even for a second?"

          I was almost afraid to tell him the story of when I first looked into Mikes eyes. My dad's eyes were also hazel. Creepy. Only, my dad's Hazel eyes weren't that unique. Sure, they were very nice looking. However, they weren't as unique and different as Mikes.

          "In freshman year, Mike bumped into me at lunch and when I looked into his eyes, I fell in love with them" I said as quickly as I could "I don't like him now"

         "Oh no" my dad muttered

        I didn't need to hear anymore. I already knew what he was about to say. My mom fell for my dad the second Dad bumped into her in freshman year. It just proves that history will repeat itself. It's too much of a coincidence. In 3 days, I was going to like Mike. I was going to like Mike in 3 days.