Emma Wills- Me LiFe StOrY..

Something complicated

When I got home, I went through Eric's blog.
He's not just a doctor, he's like a star scientist. Most posts were about meteor showers, eclips..which were my favorite streams years ago. But I forgot about them with the piles of projects and fucking research proposals. As I reread his posts, my phone buzzed.
Eric."Hi"
Me: Hi
Him: Are you on my blog right now?
Me: ....Maybe. Is that okay?
Him: I'm just glad it's you.
Me: you're so interested in space explorations. Aren't you? I too like them.
Him: There's a meteor shower tonight. Want to watch it together?
Me: sounds interesting!
Him: At seven?
Me: okay.

Right affer I hung out,Mack came to my room saying" surprise! I was just passing by and  Look what I brought for you!"she said showing me an old CD.
" Omg!! Daddy long legs" I said with a jump to  gave her a warm hug. ...
So we watched" Daddy long legs" extremely happily as kids. Once it was our favorite movie. Past is not in the past!
Because past sometimes is the best medicine for the present wounds....
So after hanging out for sometime she left untill I realized that my  room was like a hurricane affected area! I just sat on my bed thinking where to start cleaning...this is what usually happens when girls got together!😏

By the time Eric texted me at 6.52, I had mostly forgotten about it.

Him: I'm in your driveway should I come in?
Me: No.. no no no Nope no... I will be out shortly.

Mom was doing a painting when I came down.
" Thank God then she must be in good mood." My head told me.

" Headed out to dinner", I told her and then grabbed my coat and got out the door before she could inquire further.

" Hi" he said as I climbed in to his car.
" Hi back", I said.
" Dinner first?" He asked.
" I'm not really hungry, but we can get food somewhere if you are," I said.
" I'm good", he said, backing up. " I actually kind of hate eating. I've always had a nervous stomach".
" Me too", I said, and then my phone started ringing. " It's my mom. Don't say anything." I tapped to answer.
" Hey".
" Tell the driver of that black SUV to turn around this instant and come back to our house."
" Mom."
" This isn't going further without me meeting him"
" You have met him"
" I am your mother, and he is your- whatever he is- and I want to talk to him."
" Fine, I said and hung up. " We, uh, need to go into the house if that's okay,and meet my mom."
" Cool"

I led Eric to our art room and he said, " it's nice to see you, Mrs Wills," offering a handshake to my mom. Mom hugged him. We all sat down.
" How are you, Eric?" She asked.
" Things are good. As you may have heard, I got my PhD from your university and these days working on some projects. How are you?"
"Not very much good and I just need to tell you something.. I know that you can have anything the moment you want it, and that can make a person think the world belongs to them, that people belong to them... But I hope that you understand you are not entitled to-"
" Mom," I said again.
I shot Eric an apologetic look, but he didn't see, because he was looking at my mom. He started to say something, but then had to stop, because his eyes were welling up with tears...

" Eric, are you all right?" My mom asked. He tried to speak again but it devolved into a choked sob.
" Eric, I'm sorry, I didn't realize...."
Blushing, he said, " I'm sorry."
Mom tried to reach a hand across the table, but stopped. " I just wanted you to be good to my daughter," she said. " There's only one of her."
Mom and Eric continued their staring contest, but mom finally said, " back by eleven,"  and I grabbed Eric by the forearm and pulled him out of the front door, shooting mom a look as I went.

" Are you okay?" I asked as soon as we came out of the house.
" Yeah," he said quietly.
" She's just really overprotective."
" I get it." He said.
" You don't need to be embarrassed."
" I'm not embarrassed."
" Then what are you?"
" It's complicated."
" I've got time," I told him.
" She's wrong that I can have anything I want whenever I want it."
" What do you want that you don't have?" I asked.
" A mother..."
Neither of us spoke untill he said,  " let's hang out for today Emma. Just need a little bit privacy.. I'm sorry." He said avoiding eye contact.
" I got it. It's better. Anyway no need to apologise. I'm the one who should say sorry.....then, see you"
" Goodnight dear," he hugged me and left.

" Is he your boyfriend?" Mom asked when I got home.
" I guess so," I said.
" He respects you as an equal?"
" Yeah."
" He listens to you as much as you listen to him?"
" Well mom just stop this. I'm not a kid anymore. He's really really good and also at some point you just have to trust me, you know?"

She sighed. " All I want in this world is to keep you from hurt, keep you from stress, all that..." I hugged her warmly.." You know I love you." Finally she whispered to my ear.
I smiled. " Yeah, mom I know you love me. You definitely don't have to worry about that."