MY PERFECT PLOT

VI. Night walks

ELVIS POV

I was talking to Gray when I saw her turning around. But we had to talk. So we did. Undoubtedly she was amazed to see me taking her to the Blue Bottle. That was fun. We discussed and figured out some plan to reconstruct Skylynn's ship. But what happened after that was the highlight of my day. I can't forget the expressions on her face or how she was sorry or how her breathe hitched or how the breathe rather hit my face. But it was all a payback to her when she tried to scare me. But this was fun.

I saw how her cheeks were red and she was blushing damn hard. A flick of hair came to her face and I badly wanted to brush it but I won't. One reason was how it would make her uncomfortable and second was I didn't trust my hands.

I had to think otherwise now.

I was sporting this wide grin on my face on throughout my way to home and I don't remember after how long was I like this. I laughed,I smiled. But don't we all. Aren't we all obligated to? But right now this grin was plastered on my face on its own.

I was digging for keys in my pocket,humming boyfriend and now inserting them in the door when the door opened on its own and-

"Oh." That's all my mouth could utter. She was never home. How long was that when she was last here? I don't remember and honestly I don't care.

"Hey Elvis! Welcome home my boy." How could she be so cheery? Pretend like it's all fine? It ain't. It ain't to me. I'm fine being on my own.

"Pull it down." I mumbled. I wanted her to pull down the covers of this we-are-one-happy-family. I let myself in the house,keeping my head low and not wanting to see her.

"I didn't get that? You said something?"

"What you here for? Or wait,for how long are you here?" I asked now facing her. Stood in front of me was my mother. Catherine Regan. She was a fine lady,defining richness, tall and blond and her eyes were blue pools. She stood wearing a pencil skirt and a fitted blouse,like she had come from some business meeting but all she had come was from a vacation with people I never saw or heard of. Forget meeting them.

"Elvis." She said it as if sighing. It was hardly audible.

"What do you want? Why can't you just totally disappear again and let me be? Be as I have always been.Dad's rarely here too but he's always been here when I needed him. When I required someone during the most important phase of my life. But she was never here.

"Elvis, I..I..Umm..-"

"Forget it mom. We'll talk when you can form a coherent sentence and you have my answers. When you can tell me where you were when I needed you. When I needed a parent. When dad needed a partner. Stay here for as long as you wish. Think of it as one of your resorts." With this I stormed out of the room towards my room upstairs.

I went into the bathroom and stood under the shower for I don't know how long.

I was tired of her indecisiveness and her I don't get it behaviour.

She was not supposed to be my mother.

But she is.

She should go wherever the fuck she wants to.

But you still await her.

She doesn't even love me. She loves money.

She loved you. Maybe she does now too.

Oh fuck! Fuck my subconscious.

I got out of the shower, removing my now wet clothes and wrapped the towel around my waist. I took out my sweatpants and tee shirt. It was 6 in the evening now and I thought of hitting the gym. Only way I could distract myself.