Little Miss Perfect...Yet Not So Perfect

Mama Meets Von

Via's POV

My phone rang loudly, waking me up from a from a deep sleep. Usually, I didn't get calls late like this, so I knew it something was wrong.

I slid my hand up under my pillow and grabbed my phone. The caller ID read "Brandon". Immediately, I answered the phone.

Me: Hello?

There was a moment of silence, then I heard him inhale and then exhale deeply.

Brandon: I can't do this anymore. I want her back.

His voice cracked and it seemed as if he had been crying.

Me: Jayla? ...What happened, Brandon?

Brandon: Nothing happened. I just miss her. She was supposed to be the one. We did everything together and knew everything about each other. She's the one who really understood me and loved and loved me for ME.

I cleared my throat hoping that he would realize that Jayla wasn't the only one.

Brandon: ...Besides you.

Me: Look brandon, she doesn't deserve you. She cheated on you. I'm not going to let you go back to a cheater and get hurt all over again.

Brandon: I know...I just miss her so much.

Me: Brandon, it's okay to miss her. Your feelings for her aren't just going to magically go away. You have to be patient with yourself in order to heal and move on. The worst thing you can do right now is go running back to her. She didn't love you, Brandon. She took advantage of your love and played you, remember?

Brandon: Yes, I remember. Fuck!

His voice softened.

Brandon: I just really miss her. But I know I can't go back to her.

Rarely did I ever hear Brandon curse, so I knew he had to be feeling some really strong emotions. I remembered the night he found out Jayla cheated on him; I was the first person he came too about it. That was one of the saddest nights of my life. Usually, I'd have good advice to give him, but that day, I didn't know what to tell him or how he was feeling, so I just comforted him while he ranted about how good of a boyfriend he was to her and cried. That night, his parents let me spend the night in his room, along with Tink, watching movies and eating popcorn in attempt to cheer him up a little but, of course, it didn't help.

Me: Brandon, I'm sure there's someone out there better than her. Someone who could really love and treat you right and make you even happier than she ever made you.

He soflty murmured.

Brandon: I guess you're right.

Me: I'm always right.

He chuckled.

Brandon: Sorry I woke you up, just needed someone to talk to.

Me: You had been crying for a while haven't you?

Brandon: Yeah, I could've sworn I was over it...over her.

Me: Me too.

I paused.

Me: What pulled your trigger?

Brandon: ...

Me: Brandon?

Brandon: It's getting late, Via. I need to get some sleep.

Me: Yeah, you're right. You probably should.

Brandon: Alright, I'll talk to you later.

Me: Goodnight.

Brandon: Sleep tight.
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I brushed through my hair and put on my favorite mascara while listening to Beyónce in the bathroom and singing along. The fact that I was going to go visit Von today put me in such a great mood. Earlier, I had been cleaning up the house so that my mom couldn't give me any reason why I couldn't go.

Even though I was in the best mood possible, I still had one concern: my mom meeting Von. Most teenagers say they parents are embarrassing, but my mom is on a whole other level of embarrassing!

The biggest problem with her is that she talks TOO much, as if she doesn't have a sense of time! If someone were to ask about how her day was going, I guarantee you she'd give you her whole life story, which has happened before and was beyond embarrassing.

I tried to prep her before he arrived.

Me: [...] and all you should do is greet him and ask very few questions about him.

Mom: So you telling me I can't tell him about myself?

She said batting her eyes and smiling really big.

Me: Yes, but please keep it short, sometimes you loose track of time on how long you're talking.

I said trying not to be rude and the fact that shs wasn't taking me serious annoyed me.

Mom: And what if I want to know more about him? I want to know that he's a nice young man.

Me: Mom, trust me. He is! If he wasn't, I wouldn't have anything to do with him.

Mom: Yes, but I need to see that for myself.

The door bell rang.

"Oh, lord" I thought to myself now that my time for prepping my mom was out. The butterflies immediately rushed to my stomach.

I went to open the door and immediately saw Von's handsome face. He was wearing a white T-shirt with dark blue jeans. Not much swag, but his face made the outfit look ten times better.

A smirk immediately formed on his face once he saw me and a smile appeared on mine in response.

Me: Hey, you look nice...you can come in.

Von: I look nice?

He chuckled a little.

Me: Yeah...

I said realizing how corny rhat might've sounded.

My mom was sitting on the couch scrolling through her phone, but immediately looked up once Von came inside.

Mom: Oh, Hi! You're Von, right?

She got up and gave him a hug.

Von: Yes, ma'am.

Mom: I've heard a lot about you! You are sooo handsome!

Von chuckled and immediately turned to me.

I covered my face in embarrassment.

She talked to him in a tone as if he might've been one of her third-grade students which upset me bcuz we're practically adults now.

As expected, she talked to him for about thirty minutes about life and ethnicity. I just sat there and let them talk; I tried eyeballing my mom as a hint they she was talking wayy too much but she didn't get the hint, of course.

From time to time von would glance at me and make funny faces when my mom would look away briefly, making me giggle-not because the faces were actually funny, but because of how cute he was while trying to make me laugh. I really admired that.

After the long talk with my mom Von, respectively got up and let her know that our time was precious and that we'd needed to go ahead and leave so that he could get me back home in a reasonable time.

From the facial expressions on her face when he did so, I could tell she really liked him.

We walked out of the door. And Von held my hand and lead me his car: a gray Dodge Challenger.

Me: This is yours?!

Von: Its all me.

He looked up at me and smirked as he unlocked the car, then he opened my car door for me to let me in.

Once we both got settled in and put on our seat belts, Von played some soft music and pulled out of our driveway.