Dorkily Ever After

Chapter 13 ~ The Old Lady

Dylan Cooper's point of view

"I know that you didn't want to do what you did down there." Mom started.

It's good that she knows me too well, but sometimes it has dis-advantages too like... She knows when I'm lying?

And sometimes I feel too uncomfortable with her because she knows everythin that I do.

Damn.

"I know and I'm sorry." I bowed down so she would't see me.

She reads my mind too damn well.

"I didn't realized that I was wrong until I got out of that place." I said.

That was truth though. The other good thing about mom's instinct is that... She never failed to notice that I'm telling the truth.

That's why I love this woman so much.

"Why did you do that anyways?" She brushes her hand through my hair as if she was fixing it.

Ever the perfectionist.

"I'm sorry. I just.. I don't know." I buried my face to my hands. "I just felt like I'm not your son because you were never there for me but then I realized that you were really there after all." I looked at her straight in the eyes. "I know it's crazy but I'm sorry mom." I fought the urge of crying and hugging her tightly.

That will be too mushy.

"Dylan, please understand." She hugged me back. "Your dad is just--" "I know, mom," I said.

"I know." And she kissed me in the forehead.

"Dylan, you know... I never regretted agreeing with your dad about your marriage." She said softly. "She's a really great girl." She said. "Your dad knows it because he was one of the persons who raised her when she was still a baby."

"She is." I shrugged and pulled away. "But she likes someone else and I don't want to be the reason why--" "She agreed. You don't have to worry about a thing."

"Yeah, right." is all that I can say. "But I want her to be happy."

"You talk like you're already having a crush on that girl." She chuckled.

"Mom, stop saying that." I tapped her nose.

"It's okay. I had a crush on your dad since we were 3rd grade." She told me.

"Mom!" I stopped her.

"You know, sometimes hoping is the best thing we could do besides dreaming and wishing." She smiled.

"Why are you telling me that?" I asked her.

"Nothing." She giggled.

Oh, this old lady!

On the other hand, mom is in her 40's and she looks like she's in her mid-30's.

I wonder if she underwent a plastic surgery.

"I don't understand." I confusedly said.

"You'll understand when you need it." She smiled. "Now, go back to Lianna and do whatever you were going to do." She hugged me again. "And make sure you apologize to your dad before sunrise, okay?" She asked me.

"Yes, mom." I said then she pulled away and messed up my hair like a ten year old kid.

"Good boy." She giggled again. "Now what color of your new car would be?" She smiled.

As if she's going to buy me a new one, anyways.

"Black." I smiled back. "In case you'll buy me one." I shrugged.