Almost Impossible

Chapter Thirty😛

*Kyle Verona*

"Now that your mum's gone. What do you plan on doing with yourself." My father asked Shane.

It'd been two weeks since Diana left the house.
For the first few days my dad moped around the house. He didn't eat, he stayed in his room all day until he got over it. He finally accepted that my mum was back in my life and let her come to the house whenever she wanted.

The divorce papers had been finalized three days before and through out the process, Diana and my dad never met. Diana said it was best that way. She flew to Los Angeles a day after and called me earlier today to say she had settled in her new apartment and she loved it.

Shane had chosen to stay and for that I was grateful. Now we all gathered round the living room and waited to hear what his decision was about his life.

"First I want to finish my studies. Graduation is in a few weeks so, if you'll let me I'd prefer to stay here until I can find an apartment for myself and move out after graduation. Then I'll start looking for a job." He sounded so serious and mature.

"You know you can stay here for as long as you like. It's your home too."

He nodded. "Thanks James."

I was touched when they both stood up and pal hugged.

Shane's phone beeped and he excused himself it answer it which made me wonder who it was.

"So dad." I said cheerily. We had finally settled our scores and we're on good talking terms now.

"Hmmm?" He mumbled as he draped an arm around me and we walked upstairs together.

"What are your plans today?"

"The usual. Lie in bed and sleep till I'm tired of sleeping."

"Well how about you sleep till five. Wake up and get dressed into something really nice. I'm making a special dinner for you."

His raised a brow suspiciously at me. "Why?"

"Just because. Oh don't look at me like that. It's a Saturday and I have nothing to do and I haven't cooked in a while so..."

"We're outta groceries." He stated.

"Good. I'll go get some. Don't you worry about a thing. Just rest and be up by five."

The truth was that I actually was making a special dinner. But for him and my mum. It was all Fabe's idea to hook them up together and It was brilliant.

Fabe arrived five minutes later. We went grocery shopping. But all the necessary things then started off cooking immediately.

"This is amazing." I said as I looked at the well lain table. We had succeeded in making potato casserole, bean cake and baked chicken. We bought a little sponge cake to go as dessert and white wine to finish it up. We lit up the dining room with scented candlelight, switched off all the fluorescent light.

"Tell me about it. You should be paying for my services." Fabian teased. He was dressed in a ridiculous looking waiter outfit and it took alot to stop myself from laughing hysterically.

"I just called my dad. He's changing into a dress suit. You can imagine how I had to force him to do that." I groaned. Fabian laughed.

My dad was downstairs in three minutes. "What's all this?" He asked suprised by the scene before him. "You aren't even dressed up."

The doorbell rang. "I'll get it." I said excitedly.

"Asseyez-vous monsuier." Fabian said in practiced french.