"Hye. Yes, if you are wondering. I'm Ryan. Who bumped into you this morning and also the same Ryan twelve years ago."
Oh. My. God.
I think my life is a nightmare. Why is he here right now? Like seriously? After twelve years he left to New Jersey and now he's back in Mississippi? I don't know what to respond since I thought I hate him for twelve years for leaving without a word.
"Seriously, mom? Is this why you didn't tell me who your guests are? Because it is Aunty Susan?" I have this disbelieve look to my mom because she keep this secret for two hours.
"Let's talk later, honey? Now, you should greet Aunt Susan and Ryan first because they are our guests, right?"
"Oh, yeah. Hye, Aunt Susan. Long time no see." I greet Aunt Susan with smile and she replies with hug. Ofc I hug her back. It's not nice to left people hanging.
"Yes, Abby. I've relly missed you. I can't believe it's already twelve years and look at you now. You turn out to be a really beautiful girl. Isn't she, Ryan?" She takes a look at my appearance and I think I'm blushing when she asks Ryan about hmm me?
"Yes, she is. She always is." He looks at me. In. The. Eyes.
Okay. I'm not joking but I can feel the heat up on my cheeks. They must be really red now.
"Well, let's come in. Dinner is ready." Luckily, mom always knows how to handle situation like this.
She takes Aunt Susan's hand and lead her to the kitchen. And that left me and Ryan behind.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier this morning?" I don't how big my eyes are right now because I'm trying my best not to let our mothers hear me.
"I thought you would recognise me right away." Yes, with innocent face.
"What-"
"Kids, you have more time after dinner if you want to discuss about twelve years ago, you know? Now, take a seat." Okay, mom is always on the good timing.
"I'm not finish yet." I whisper to him. Not a friendly whisper I mean.
"You sure are."
I know this is not a dejavu. It is nightmare.
•••••
I don't know what to say. I just answer any questions from Aunt Susan if she has the question. And that's all. It's awkward to have a dinner while you long lost friend is right in front of you. You get me, right?
"So, Abby. You already met Ryan at school?" I get back into reality after hearing Aunt Susan calling my name.
"Actually, yes. But, I didn't recognize him since you know we didn't contact for twelve years. And we are already 18 now. So, yeah. He looks... Different." Okay, wow. That's the longest answer I've given since this dinner started.
"Different? In good way or not?" She lift her eyebrows questioning me.
"Ermmm. Of course, good." Ok, that is me. I only answer with three or four words including ermm.
Ryan is looking at me. I can feel it. But i don't dare to take my sights off from Aunt Susan and smile.
"You should see his appearance before his puberty. I think you will change your answer."
Everyone laughs at that joke including me. I can't believe I'm laughing right now. Except Ryan.
"Mom. That's not a nice compliment for your handsome son." His voice. I still remember his childhood voice. It's just a little husky this time as we are teenagers now.
"Yes, Ryan. You are really handsome now. I admit that." My mom said. I look at her at mouthe, 'what?'
"Thank you, Mrs. Larson."
"Yes, he is. Don't you think so too?" She whispers to me.
"Whatever, mom." I finish my mashed potato that my mom put too much to my like. I need to finish it. It's not nice to waste your food especially in front of guests.
And the dinner goes like that until everyone finishes their food and I volunteer myself to wash the dishes while the moms spend more time together. They must have so much thing to share. Moms.
"Need help?" A deep voice surprises me from behind. But luckily I don't drop the plate.
"Omg, you scared me!"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm just wondering if you need some help." He stands besides me and lean at the counter.
"It's okay. I'm almost done already. But maybe you can help later because I'm still not finish abour earlier." I glare at him while my hands are busy washing off the last glass.
"So, you remember. Alright. I have no problem with that, Bee." I can hear a smirk from that tone because he still remembers the nickname he gave me when we were five.
"Don't call me that. I don't like it." I clean up the sink and wipe my hands with the kitchen towel.
"But you liked it before."
"I did. But, not now. Not anymore. That was 13 years ago. I've forgot about it." I turn to face him while crossing my hand above my chest. Do I look savage enough?
"But you didn't forgot about me?" I don't know what to answer because I think I will cry if I answered that question here.
"You know what? Let's take a walk outside. I feel too stuffed here. I need some air." I go to my room to get my phone, my hoodie because it must be really cold outside and my sandals.
"Mom, we're going to take a walk for a while." Mom give me a nod and also Aunt Susan.
"Okay, but don't be too late. And Ryan, make sure you take care of her." Aunt Susan gives a warning to Ryan.
"Of course, madam."
I just roll my eyes and put on my hoodie and my sandals ready to get out.
I'll not talk about it tonight. I can't let myself cry in front of him on the meeting for the first time after twelve years. I hope so.
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I'm Waiting For You
Teen Fiction"You've been waiting for twelve years. You should be mad. Ask me, why I left without a word? Why I didn't say goodbye? Why I didn't contact you at all? Am I not worried about you? You shouldn't say you're worried of me. I'm wrong. And I don't deserv...
