Amnesia

12

-Calum's POV

"Well hello, Mr. and Mrs. Saylor, I'm Calum. Calum Hood." I extended my hand out to Mel's parents, only to be rejected.

"Yes, Calum we heard so little about you."

Go figure.

"Well," Dad coughed awkwardly to with drawl his attention away from me and the Saylor's conversation,"I'm David, and this is my beautiful wife Joy."

"Well please, come in."

I quickly went to Melody's side, debating wither or not to take her hand.

"Shall we eat?" Mrs. Saylor asked.

We all nodded and were directed to the dinning room, which I of course already knew where it was.

Mrs. Julia Saylor looked like she was stone cold. Pale, hazel eyes, and dark brown straight hair. Maybe she straightened it like Melody sometimes did. She wore a maroon colored business suit, with the her hair into a bun. Not a messy one either, but one that read, "Hey look at me, I'm professional", and her make up was heavy.

And as for Mr. Saylor, he was really tan. Quite contrasting to Julia that is, erm I mean Mrs. Saylor. He had short cropped auburn hair, with green eyes. He wore a red dress shirt and black dress pants. Hey he sorta matched me?

Mum, and Dad took a seat next to Melody's parents and as for me and Mel we sat next to each other, which led her to sit next to my Mum, and me Mrs. Saylor.

An older man who was every bit in his thirties in which I'm assuming was a cheft's uniform came out with knives and soon after a bottle of wine, and sparking apple cider for the 'children'. ......

After a few laughs were shared between the adults, Mrs Saylor took a sip of her wine and asked, "So Calum. What is your GPA?"

I cleared my throat, "Well Mrs. Saylor, as of the moment it is 3.2."

"3.2?" She asked raising a brow.

"Yes mam."

She looked over at her husband and soon looked to Melody who looked down at her food, which she barley touched.

"Do you play any sports?" Mr.Saylor asked afterwards, almost immediate.

I glanced over at Dad who was smiling at me, which caused me to smirk.

I'm rather glad you asked, Mr. Saylor, I'm rather quite friggin' awesome.

"Yes I do sir."

"Hmmm. What do you play?"

"I play football." I stated confidently.

"Really?"

"Yes sir."

"Nice, what position?"

"Forward."

"That's really interesting, quite a work out I might add."

"Ha, yea. My dad's actually my coach." I added.

Mr. Saylor's attention turned towards my Dad.

"So is Calum here as good as his confidence radiates off of him as it says to be?" He chuckled.

"Actually yes. He's going pro. Scouts even from America want him."

"Really? Fascinating." Mr. Saylor took a sip from his glass.

"So you have any more hobbies?" Mrs. Saylor asked, asking as if she was not satisfied from my ability of making it pro.

"I- uhm, I play bass in a band me and some mates have."

"Oh and mother they are so good, quite-"

"Shush Melody, Calum was telling me not you." She narrowed her eyes.

I looked over to Mel who had shuted up immediately upon her mothers request.

"No it's okay Mrs. Saylor she can tell you about my band if she likes." I told her with out trying to come across as rude.

"No Calum, continue."

Strike one.

"Well, as Melody was saying, I play bass in a band. We're known as 5 Seconds Of Summer, and yea, We're pretty good."

"That's nice."

It was kinda awkward for awhile, but Mum broke the silence.

"So, Julia. What ethnicity are you and Charles?"

"Well a part of Charles family are from America. So they carry hints of American Indian in them. And as for me my Dad is Irish and Melody's grandmother is Australian." She looked at me, then adverted her attention back to Mum, and asked, "And as for you, I'm guessing your Asian?"

I looked over at Melody who was already looking at me with the expression of shock, bewilderment written across her face, as so it was written on mine.

Strike two.

Mum shook her head in disbelief of her bluntness, and spoke in an oddly subtle tone, "No. No I am not. I am Kiwi. It's a nationality of people who from New Zealand, to which I am from."

"My regards. And as for you David?" She asked, just anticipating for a strike three.

"Scottish." Dad answered bleakly.

.......

After many more awkward moments between us, not including the ones where Mrs.Saylor asked obnoxious questions, but ones where they both questioned my intentions with Melody and how long have we been together and what are plans in the future involving financial growth including a real job that results into an everlasting career.

We put on our shoes and were on our way out.

"The dinner tonight was delicious Mr. and Mrs. Saylor and the conversation was quite interesting, or yet enjoyable." I smiled softly.

"Wish I could say the same for our part, but overall it was quite. Informing."

Strike three.

I looked past Mr. Saylor's comment, and Mrs. Saylor's facial expression in agreement, and went over to Melody.

The real reason why we came tonight.

"Dinner tonight was..."

"Yea."

"I'll see you tomorrow, good night and I love you." I kissed her god by, but only to receive dirty looks by Julia and Charles on my way out.

"It was nice finally meting you two. Have a nice night."

We got into our car to drive home.

I can't wait for this day to end.