Just Another Brushstroke

Chapter 27

Jeremy's POV

4 Days Later

Angelo dropped me off at my apartment.  I went unwillingly after Angelo talked me into going inside and fixing things with my mom.  I knew she was mad, and she knew I was mad. 

I didn't even text her that I was coming home.  Pretty much because I didn't want to.  I held my breath as I went into the elevator.  My foot was tapping and I was chewing on my lip like gum. 

I opened my apartment door and was hit with the scent of overpriced flowers.  I looked at my apartment with shock as there were flowers in every single inch of my apartment.  I started sneezing hysterically as my mom walked into view.

"I didn't know you'd be home," she said calmly.

"Um, yeah I just got off the plane 30 minutes ago.  I didn't think I needed to text but now I wonder.  What's with the gardening?" I asked.

"Wedding planning.  We need to pick flowers."

"We?" I asked.

Right on cue Darrel walked out holding three vases.  

"Honey, is this really necessary?  Oh hello Jeremy." He said casually as he walked by to set them down.

My mom shot me a look as if she knew I wasn't going to be welcoming.  I just smiled at him and walked further into the apartment.  She watched me closely as if I was going to have a breakdown.

"I think the pansies would be elegant." I said to her and she smiled widely.

 I slowly walked to my room.  I was surprised that I didn't have a breakdown almost as surprised as my mom was.  I laid on my bed and ended up falling asleep from the jetlag.

"Sweetheart." I heard my mom's voice and someone shaking me.

"Yeah?" I mumbled groggily.

"We are going back to the wedding venue to tie up loose ends, would you want to come?" She asked as she stroked my hair.

I nodded simply because I have nothing better to do.  I was also curious but I didn't want her to know that.  Apparently Darrel has his own car, which is slightly annoying since my mom made fun of people with cars in the city.

We drove up to a quite large church with white paint, and it looked old school.  I followed them inside and they immediately went to talk to the pastor as I looked around.

It was definitely old. I wasn't shocked that this was the venue my mom wanted.  She like authenticity and old looking places.  She said they looked like "antiques."  Or something to that effect.

I ran my fingers along the long pews.  I laid down on one and stared at the ceiling.  I sighed.  I wonder if my father would show up.  Hopefully so because I can't do this alone.  I knew Angelo would come with me but I still wanted my dad there.

"Get up Jeremy, that's rude." My mom snapped at me.

I rolled my eyes and stood up.

"This is my son Jeremy." My mom introduced me to the pastor.

I put on my best fake smile that I could.

"Hello, how are you?" He asked.

"Good."

"Are you sure?  You look sad." He said and cocked his head.

"Um no I'm fine." I answered and my mom glanced at me.

I frowned as I walked away.  I must give off a sad vibe.  

My phone started ringing and I walked away from them to answer.