It was way past lunch so this was early dinner. Mom kept adding food to Blane's plate that I had to stop her, then got an earful on starving him.
What starving? When she turns, he'll just dump the food on my plate.
She even wanted to get out a scale and weigh him. Does she know how much food I feed him? I just had to nod and agree that I was an animal...but don't those just feed their prey to feast on them later?
Another person being overfed was my sister-in-law who had apparently been napping when we arrived... effects of pregnancy I think.
She seemed like the silent type so pretending she didn't know me worked out well enough. Her nature was making her and Blane get close which was nice to watch though Arachner had side-eyed me about it a couple of times but I'd shrugged it off.
They say unlike poles attract but for Blane, it has always been a universal attraction from others. From the 'little' I'd found on sister-in-law, she and Blane were the most like poles out there unless they were Infront of people they didn't want seeing their other side.
After the meal, we headed to the theatre to watch some rom-com my mom wanted to catch up on. I hadn't known Blane also liked these types of movies before...learning new things everyday. Though it seems right up his alley so not too shocked at it.
"Don't you want to buy something for him?"
"I can provide my own darling with what he wants dad."
"With what money?"
"I have a few hustles here and there."
Maybe it was the right time to announce that my parents don't know much about me.
In our first year in highschool, we'd gotten into trouble. Someone had talked shit about Quint and Rashid and we'd heard about it. Back then we were in different streams so it had taken a while to get to the place those nincompoops were facing Quint.
We were hot-headed, couldn't be told anything and the only thing at the time that I saw was that whatever they had told Quint had hurt him bad. So we thought with our fists...or I thought with my fists and the others followed so I wouldn't be overwhelmed. It's obvious a huge fight had broken out and the five of us had been right in the middle of it.
We'd gotten suspended which was better than juvenile detention or something. Our parents had a way through that that we went along with.
At home, I got myself grounded in an effort for punishment. Two weeks later, we went back to school with our lovely parents. While the parents were in a meeting, we were out there, getting ourselves more tangled with the other group, someone broke a hip bone and an expulsion was issued...to all of us after we had begun debating on who really hit who...even the other group, afterall, someone's parent was funding something there and it wouldn't be fair.
Back then, I couldn't accept being home schooled when someone had tried every which way to get me in trouble so with the pocket money I'd saved over the years...I run off. Quint, who we'd been living with then followed me because he didn't think I was old enough to run away from home...the other three became collateral damage.
Country R welcomed us that day and we worked our way around for ten months, running from being found in a childish attempt to make ourselves powerful.
Good thing...or is it bad, country R and the law are powerful enemies so underage workers was an in thing.
The reason that we came back was that Kristoff's mom had given birth and we had promised at a temple to go back home during Thanksgiving.
When we'd arrived in the country, we'd gone to a temple...made promises, prayed and gave wishes. One promise was going back home during Thanksgiving and we honor that everytime.
No one asked of where we had been for eleven months straight. When my parents saw us, the first thing they did was send us to hospital. The moment they found out we were fine and healthy, they asked whether we wanted to go back to school, a real school.
We agreed because, why not? But maybe I should have told them about some things. Like the courses we had begun taking online...cue the irony...but, no one asked. Should I have also told them I could perfectly provide for myself now? Maybe, but they are my parents and I didn't want them worried so country R was water under the bridge when it came to talks.
"I want to take care of my own without bothering you. I am the one dating him, not anyone else. When I am stuck, I'll look for help."
"Still, you said it was his birthday, buy him something. You might be all tough and everything but this kid is all soft. If he looses anything, I'll come for you before his parents do."
I believe that more than anything which is sad.
"Yes dad! But you should give the card to him on your own. Say it's a red packet or something."
By eight, he was receiving more birthday gifts from everyone, so much for the red packet, tsk! That black card which had been wrapped neatly was included. Mom gave him jewelry...ear studs and a locket to match...one everyone in the house has. On one side of his was the photo of our family we'd taken like two hours ago, the other was blank so he could fill it himself.
My brother got him shoes on sister-in-law's behest and sister got him a designer bag though he seemed to like the hair clip sister-in-law got him more than the bag.
"How do you feel?"
"Overwhelmed...in a good way."
I hug his waist and lean on his shoulder.
"Your family is really generous."
"Not that much."
"You...the locket is made of pure gold, I know because I searched yours and even found out they are personalized. I thought it was your family heirloom.
I have a black card I am not sure I should use, those shoes, I had been eyeing their release...total limited editions. I'd even thought he'd lied to me and they were knockoffs, then the bag."
Wait, didn't he have such stuff at home? I'd seen his clothes in the dorm and his own father's house. His clothes were designer...his shoes as well...wait, now I get it... I don't.
"Their son brought someone home for the first time, they have to impress him, right? Are you a tiny bit impressed?"
"Very. Them not asking about me much got me impressed."
Poor guy, I am sure before dad got that card prepared he'd gotten everything I hadn't hidden about him. But yeah, pretty cool not to ask to someone's face huh!
"Are you happy to meet them?"
"Yeah, they are cool."