I sighed in defeat.
“Why do I have to go? I’ve never even seen these people before.”
“Because Liz invited both of us and she said her youngest son is a bit antisocial and needs someone new to talk to,” mum smiled a saccharine smile. I knew that look anywhere. Her face would say something but it would mean the exact opposite.
“Because Liz invited both of us and she said her youngest son is a bit antisocial and needs someone new to talk to.”
“Because I said so and besides she has a son your age. Maybe you could date?”
“It’s not like I have a choice do I?” I asked as mum shook her head. “Oh one thing though… I’m not dating him. Neighbours dating would be just weird even if he is attractive. It’s weird.”
“Honey we live in the ‘Wastelands’ as Rob calls it. You’ve got to take what you’re given.”
I snickered. “Jeez mum, you make it sound like we’re the last surviving tribe on earth. One, we’re not and two, I’ll find someone someday so stop trying to set me up with every man you see who looks suitable in your eyes.”
My mum was the woman who wanted a girly-girl for a daughter. I’m the complete opposite of that I’m a nerdy tomboy. I don’t care about my hair or make up. I’m not scared of mud or getting down and dirty. I don’t wear don’t wear dresses or skirts I keep things simple with jeans and a t-shirt or shorts and a tank top. I don’t do heels; I mean it’s impractical because I’m 6’2 so I stick to classic Converse, Vans and thongs.
She wasn’t happy that I was leaving the house with my brown hair in a messy bun, my Batman tank tucked into a pair of denim shorts and my Batman Converse but she’s learnt to get over it over the years. I slid my phone into my back pocket and my aviators over my eyes protecting them from the afternoon sun as we walked out the door, mum carrying a huge bowl of potato salad.
“Were you meant to bring that?” I asked rolling my eyes carrying our little esky of alcohol.
“Yes,” she lied smoothly. One thing to know about my mum is that when she’s invited to a barbeque she’ll always bring a plate of food even when she wasn’t told to, she’s always at least half an hour early and brings her own glass for her alcohol.
“Mmhmm,” I mumbled as we crossed the deserted street. I looked at my watch and internally started hitting myself with a chair. It’s barely 4:30 and we’re not supposed to arrive until 5:30. My mum’s obviously eager for me to meet the neighbour’s son.
Mum’s walk soon went from a stroll to a brisk walk as we got to the driveway. I was just halfway down the driveway and she seemed to be at the door already. I groaned and slid my aviators off placing them on top of my head. I walked a little faster to reach my mum before she rang the doorbell. I wasn’t fast enough but I’d managed to reach her before the door opened.
How do you like it so far? I like it and I hope you do too.