Our new year

C#18

Keiran’s mother excitedly placed the freshly prepared fried rice on the dinner table.

"I made it especially for you. Enjoy your favorite dishes," she said, taking a seat next to him.

She was very happy to see her son after such a long time. She had prepared all of his favorite dishes in celebration of finally seeing each other again.

Keiran smiled at her and filled his plate with a small amount of rice. He wasn't hungry. The guilty feeling hadn’t gone away. He couldn’t bring himself to be excited about the meal, no matter how hard he tried, and was quiet throughout the whole meal.

"Keiran, are you alright?" His mother asked, finally breaking the silence.

Keiran looked at his mother. He wanted to tell her but no words were coming out of his mouth. It was hard to tell her the truth because he knew that his mother wouldn’t be too pleased after hearing what is bothering him so much.

"Nothing really," Keiran said, giving her a smile.

His mother didn't argue back.

After having dinner and cleaning the kitchen with his mother, Keiran went to his room without saying a word to his mother.

He picked up his phone and dialed Belle’s number with ease.

Belle was sitting in her room, alone on the single sofa, which was resting in front of the large window. She was looking out of the window, thinking about what ever happened in the morning. She felt embarrassed. She’d never baked muffins for someone. Her phone was on her lap when it started ringing. Her sixth sense was saying that it was Keiran. And, when she looked at the ID, it was really him.

She closed her eyes. 'How am i going to talk to him? This is so embarrassing. I wish I never baked anything for him,' she thought to herself. She shook her head and decided to pick it up but it stopped ringing before she was able to.

"Thank God," she whispered before putting her phone on silent.

~a few hours later~

"Oh come on!" Keiran threw his phone in annoyance.

It was almost midnight and he had probably called Belle 100 times. As expected, she wasn't picking up the phone.

He was finally going to tell her about the diary. He had managed to gather up the courage to do so, but, of course, with his luck, she didn’t pick up. He knew very well the kind of courage he wouldn’t be getting again for a long time.

"GOD! GOD GOD!!!" Keiran repeated over and over again in frustration. He pounded his hand on the bed aggressively.

Suddenly someone opened the door. He quickly stood up as he saw his mother entering.

"Explain yourself,” she demanded, raising her eyebrow.

"Um what?” Keiran scratched the back of his neck nervously.

"What’s bothering you so much? Don't fool around with me." Her voice softened.

"Uhmm," Keiran sat down on the bed and gestured for her to sit next to him.

Keiran told her about everything that had happened since the beginning—how he met her; about her past; about the present. He hesitated to tell her about the part where he stole her diary, but he knew there was no turning back, so he told her.

"Um, Keiran do you like her?" That was the first thing that came out of her mouth.

Keiran shot her a look. He couldn't understand in what context he should tell her. Just friends or more than friends?

"Yes," Keiran admitted, staring at his hands in his lap.

"Are you—“

"Yes, Mom, I like her!", Keiran said quickly.

His mother laughed at her son’s childish behavior.

"Then tell her the truth and that you like her very much, before it’s too late," she said, rubbing her palm on his shoulder.

She stood up and left the room without saying another word.

Keiran couldn't believe what she’d just said.

'Wow, I was being so obvious,' he thought. He playfully messed with his silkily hair while smiling goofily
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Im extremely sorry for the short chapter.I wanted to write a longer one but unfortunately my battery is about to die.

Don't worry i will update soon.

Thank you so much for reading my story.

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Updated:13-jan-2015

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