Crush On You [EDITING]

Chapter Seventeen : Surprise for Dad

~Cam's POV~

It has been a month or so since our first date. We're together for two months already. Today is the thirtieth day we're together. What a tragedy. It's my first relationship in my whole life. And school holidays just started. Summer break.

"Cam, come down here. Help me," mom shouted from downstairs.

"I'm tired," I screamed back.

My door banged open and mom walked in."Seriously? Tired? You don't even do a thing except for lying on your bed,"

"Mom, it's summer. Summer is hot,"

"Of course it's hot. That's why people love it so much,"

"What do you want?"

"Help me decorate the living room,"

"For?"

"It's dad's birthday, honey. Don't tell me you've forgotten your one and only dad's birthday,"

"Shit! Mom I hasn't got him a present."

I just remembered that it was dad's birthday. I'm always jealous of him because his birthday was on summer, every year, while mine, autumn same as mom's. Ken's birthday was on February, sometimes winter, sometimes spring.

"Well, I feel sorry for you," mom said.

"Why didn't just we celebrate at a hotel or something? Then our work will be easier. Am I right?"

"Yes, you're right. But this is a family gathering. The hotel thing is still going on,"

"Unfair! He got to celebrate his birthday twice a year this year even though it's with the same or different people,"

"Your birthday is still far away. Relax. We'll celebrate three times this year. One, with your family. Two, with your friends. Three, with Joe,"

"If we're still together till my birthday,"

"I'm sure you will. Now get your ass off this bed and help me downstairs. We're going to surprise him,"

I followed mom to the living room downstairs. It was already decorated, simple, but I don't see anything that weren't done yet.

Mom dragged me to the kitchen."I thought I was supposed to decorate the living room?" I asked mom.

"There's no need. It's done,"

"Then I'll go to bed now. I'm tired," I yawned in front of mom and Amelia. Ken was nowhere to be seen.

Mom pulled my hand. "You're not going anywhere. Help us in the kitchen. We got some cooking to do. Moreover, you never cooked before," mom spilled my weakness in front of Amelia. They chuckled.

I willingly helped mom and Amelia in the kitchen with the cooking. I washed the vegetable and fruits, cut the onions, fried the fries and decorated the cake baked by Amelia.

The front door was slammed hard. Amelia, mom and I jumped. We looked at the kitchen entrance, wishing someone or something would came from there to us.

Maybe it was a serial killer that wanted to kill us for money or fame. Or maybe it was a rapist who wanted to rape us. Or maybe a robber that wanted our money because they're too lazy to work.

I was overreacting. I hate it when I over react.

A moment or two later, someone appeared from the kitchen's entrance. I thought it was Ken but obviously he wouldn't frightened us like that. And dad, he wouldn't be home by now. It's too early for him to be home.