How To Date A Greek Boy

Epilogue

The sound of the doorbell resounded throughout the house on a Sunday morning. I woke up, frowning at the morning light that had filtered in through the curtains. My alarm clock read 6am.

Even the milkman comes at 6:30. Who the hell could this be?

By the time I’d groggily slipped into a bra, splashed water on my face, and climbed down to see who it was, the kitchen was resonating with laughter and chatter.

“Oh the trip was great, Mr. Williams! We had so much fun! But we really missed Lee these last few months.”
I could recognize that voice anywhere. It made me grin like the Cheshire Cat. It made butterflies invade my stomach. It caused imaginary wind to blow through my hair. It made me think of the names of my future children.

Kon.

I dashed into the kitchen, counting every millisecond before I could see his face again.

“KONSTANTINOS!” I yelled, barreling into him and hugging him tightly, inhaling him.
“And now I have seen it all.” Dad commented sarcastically, under his breath.

“Yeah, good morning to you too, best friend.” Fran said, rolling her eyes and enveloping me like I’d enveloped him.
“Group hug!” Someone, presumably Hermes, called, and then I could breathe no more.

“Gosh I’ve missed you!” Crista exclaimed, grinning widely.
“I’ve missed you guys too. Like, so much! I dream of all the things we did at night.” I said dreamily.
“That sounds so wrong, especially since your boyfriend is here.” Hermes snickered. Kon smacked him in the stomach, making him laugh even more.
“Nice.” Fran high fived him, both of them chuckling.

“My father’s here, you guys. Not cool.” I gave them both dirty looks as I proceeded to introduce each of them to Dad, who shook hands all around the table and asked if anyone wanted breakfast.

Typically shameless, they all asked for some. Which made Dad happy, for some reason. He went about frying bacon and mixing batters and pouring juice for the whole party.

When Mom came down at about 8, we were just finishing off breakfast.
She must’ve got the shock of her life when she saw five strangers and her daughter’s best friend sitting around in the kitchen, uninvited.
She stopped dead in her tracks, taking in her surroundings with a very “what the hell?” expression.

“Oh, hey Marge!” Fran waved at her from the far end of the kitchen.
People always found it weird that Fran and Mum were on a nickname basis. But that was until they came over to Fran’s and saw the way her father and I were (which was on a nickname basis too- I called him Nick, he called me Lee).

“Hi, Fran and company.” Mum frowned, not knowing how else to put it. The word ‘random’ didn’t exist in her daily use dictionary.

“Hey, Mrs. Williams, I’m Konstantinos.” Kon came forward and offered a hand. I smiled at the way he was trying to impress Mum.
Finally, realization dawned and Mum shook his hand. “Ah, the much talked about Kon, I presume?”
Kon’s cheeks tinted red as he nodded.
“And you all must be the much talked about everyone else, I presume?” Mum sent an amused glance around.
Everyone nodded.

And then, Mum said something that I was not expecting at all.

“Thank you all, for taking care of my girls and sticking by them.” She smiled. “They enjoyed a lot because of you kids.”
There was a silence which bordered on awkward as everyone smiled back at Mum.
You know, the awkward silence when you’re trying to bridge the generation gap between Mother and child.
But then I realized she was right. These were the people who’d stuck by us and taken care of us, in a way. We were two girls in a foreign place- we could have got badly screwed over if it weren’t for them.

So I smiled too, without any awkwardness, as I felt glad all over again.
And when Kon started talking to Mum about all the things they’d done without me, and Mum smiled and responded, that gladness tripled.

Don't mind the 700 something words, I'm literally pussyfooting around uploading the chapters now because I don't want this to end :P

Oh, and for those wondering, Imma move on to Charlice and The Ghosts while I work on other books, so do look out for that one! I haven't updated it in awhile.

Also, if there's anything about this book or my style of writing or anything (good, bad, neutral, whatever) pleeeease inbox me and tell me, because I'm trying to experiment and better myself :) feedback appreciated!
Thanks, Hera :)