The Spark Theory

Mom

I want love
To slowly roll over me
Stick a knife inside me,
and twist it all around.

I want love
To grab my fingers gently
Slam them in a doorway
and put my face to the ground

I want love
To murder my own mother
and take her off to somewhere
Like hell or up above.

I want love
To change my friends to enemies,
change my friends to enemies
And show me how its all my fault.

I won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me (2)
Yeah I won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me anymore.

- Love Interrupts by Jack White.

I was super excited. I smoothened my dress with the help of my sweaty palms and flipped my hair backwards.

'Calm down Bianca. You're gonna rock it!' I told myself.

I opened the door to reveal my personal version of modern Prince Charming aka Raphael.

"Hey. You look good tonight", I said with a sultry voice, trying desperately to sound sexy.

"Hey darling. You look amazing tonight. But why are you so dressed up today? I mean it's just your mom. She's not gonna judge you on the basis of your attire."

"My mom? What the hell are you talking about?" What the hell was he talking?! Here I am dressed up all sexy for him and he brings up my mom in the conversation. What the hell!

"Uh...didn't you get my message? Your mom thought of paying us a surprise visit and would drop by a visit any moment. She did not even give me her hotel or flight details as she didn't want any of us to pick her up."

"Um...I don't know. I haven't checked my phone since morning. I was uh...kinda busy. I was actually planning a surprise dinner for both of us." I mumbled embarrassedly.

"Oh-okay. I didn't know."

Suddenly, the whole thing felt weird and awkward. For the first time in so many years, we had been awkward around each other. I didn't understand if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Suddenly, the door bell rang breaking the awkward moment. God! I have used the word 'awkward' more in the past five minutes than in my entire life.

Raphael opened the door. An older replica of me stood in front of us. She had a smile on her face and her hazel eyes were twinkling with excitement. Her hippie outfit was composed of a long, flowy skirt adorned with a print of multicolored flowers on it. The skirt was paired with a sleeveless yellow colored shirt with pink elephants printed on it. She was slightly shorter than me and her blonde, pixie-cut hair framed her face.