The Player Broke My Leg

Chapter 4

The sound of keys jingling in the door startled me. I had been so focused on what was in front of me, I had forgotten where I was. Not long after, my mom walked into the living room and frowned when she saw me laying on the couch.

"Have you been watching Netflix all day?" She questioned.

"You call it Netflix, I call it research," I say as I sit up.

"Research? What are you watching?" She asked as she motioned to the TV.

"Supernatural," I say as I look up at the TV. Dean just died by eating a taco.

"How is that research?" She sighs.

"When the demons come, I'll be ready," I say with determination.

"Oh god, my daughter is a psychopath," she mutters to herself as she walked to the kitchen.

"Rude. And here I was, planning on saving you when it happened. I'll leave you for the ghouls," I say with a smile as I get up and follow her into the kitchen.

"I don't feel like cooking tonight," mom says as she sorts through a pile of take out menus. "Chinese or Italian?"

"I could go for some pasta," I say. "When are you leaving for your flight?"

"Well, the nearest airport doesn't fly directly to Italy. That's what we get for living in the middle of nowhere. I have to be at the airport at six AM, the plane leaves at eight and it's two hours to New York. I got to wait until noon to board the next flight. So I should be there around eight or nine o'clock."

"That's gonna suck for you," I say. "I'm even exhausted hearing you say all that."

"Wanna trade places? I'll be the couch potato in the family," my mom say with a smile.

"I'll pass," I said. "But bring me back a souvenir. Like, a ridiculously hot guy with a nice tan, washboard ads, and all the fixings."

"I'll get right on that," she smiled. "But you have to promise to feed him."

"Scouts honor," I say as I held up my hand.

"You dropped out of scouts, so there is no honor," she said as she looked at the menu. "I could go for some lasagna."

"And bread sticks," I added with a firm voice. Bread sticks make the word go round.

"Deal. I'll order the food, so why don't you go pick out a movie for us to watch."

"On it," I say as I walk back into the living room and sadly turned supernatural off. Sam and Dean would understand.

My mom was a hopeless romantic, but she doesn't do anything about it. The closest thing to romance in her life is watching romantic comedies. She always says that she's too busy with work to meet someone, and days like this with her where we actually eat together are rare.

I go to the section that's all romantic comedies and flipped through until I found on we could agree on.

"We're watching Sixteen Candles," I shout. A second later my mom walks in and kicked off her shoes.

"Good choice. I'm gonna go put my pajamas on and the food will be here in about fifteen minutes," she says as she started to walk up the stairs.

"Ok," I shouted back as I went and sat on the couch.

As I waited, I pulled out my phone. I had no notifications on anything. No emails, nothing on Facebook, unless I count the friend request from my father, which I just let sit there. If I declined it, he would just send another one.