How To Date A Greek Boy

A Family Again

It was good to be home after so long, I felt as I returned to my former schedule, racing Charlie down to the kitchen.

The next morning, I was woken up at six by the buzzing of my phone. Groggily, I reached for it and answered. A very familiar voice filtered through.
“Morning, honey.” It said mockingly.
“You bastard, you woke me up at six and you’re calling me honey? Way to keep your girlfriend happy.” I teased Kon.
“You called me a bastardo!” He gasped. “How can you call me a bastardo! This bastardo loves you! I-“

And then he stopped, realizing what he’d just said. I paused too, almost dropping the phone and doing a mini jig because he was the first one to say it.

“I meant, this bastardo is your boyfriend and really likes you.” He said hurriedly, trying to make amends.
“Ignore that, he loves you; he’s been talking about you ever since you left! I think I even know what color your bra was the night you made out with him, even though it was in the dark!” I heard Hermes yell from the background, and then I heard him groan in pain.
Fran must have definitely kicked him somewhere it hurt a lot, because now I could hear her admonishing him, and Kon telling Hermes that we hadn’t gone that far.

“GUYS.” I said loudly, hoping they’d hear me.
“Sorry, babe.” Kon’s voice answered me again. “How are you?”
“Stop calling me long distance and then fighting over the phone!” I scolded them.
“Put it on loudspeaker you stupid fuck!” I heard Hermes tell Kon

There was a bit of static, and then Marie’s voice filtered through, wishing me good morning.
“Morning.” I wished her back happily, though I’d been grumpy a minute back.

They told me about how they’d taken Schenghen passes and booked seats on a train to France and were at the station waiting for it right now. I told them to enjoy a lot and send me every photo they clicked, and then they hung up because the train was pulling into the station and they had to run.

I woke up fully, stretching my limbs, loosening them. It was a good night, sleeping in the bed I was so used to, again.
When I walked down to fix breakfast, Dad was already dominating the stove, humming to himself. I stood in the kitchen door, trying not to laugh as he shook his hips and danced a little to the tune of ‘Break Free’.

“God knows! God knows I want to break freee!” He sung, putting a hand out and nodding his head. The hand held an egg which I really hoped he wouldn’t crack.
“I’ve fallen in love!” He continued, reaching out for a bowl and cracking the egg in it. I heaved a sigh of relief.

“I’ve fallen in love for the first ti-“ He stopped for a second, then changed the lyrics. “I’ve fallen in love for the second time.”
I smiled, hoping he was thinking what I was thinking.

“God knows!” He spun that moment in a freestyle motion which was extremely comical, and set down the bowl on the table top.
“God knows I want to-“
And that was when he looked up- and noticed me.

His expression immediately showed his embarrassment.
“Thought I’d make breakfast for you guys so I got an early start. Didn’t know you’d be up so early as well.” He smiled meekly with that same expression.
“Oh, I was woken up.” I said, smiling indulgently, remembering the wake-up call.
“By?” He frowned as he started mixing something in the bowl.
“My friends.” I shrugged nonchalantly, not wanting to tell him everything. He was, after all, as good as a stranger right now.

A stranger who made me my breakfast. Kind stranger.

“Those people in the videos with you?” He asked, still mixing the batter and not looking up at me.
“Yeah they’r- Wait, you’ve seen the videos?” I asked, pausing.
“Excuse me, I may look like I’m forty, but there’s this guy inside me who’s eighteen.” He chuckled, finishing up with the batter and turning to pour it onto the pan. It made a sizzling sound as it spread out.