Page 3 of For the Fans
It’s been just the two of us for a while now. We’re all each other has.
As it stands, we communicate openly, so there’s never really much need forserious talks. But the impression I’m getting from her rigid shoulders and the way she’s wide-eyed staring at me is one of an impendingconversation… One that gives me Dejá vu like a Vietnam flashback.
Mom’s eyes overflowing with tears of devastation. “I need to tell you something, Aviel… It’s about your father.”
“I’ll just stand here.” I fold my arms over my chest petulantly. As if standing up will make whatever this is less real.
“Aviel, for the love of God, just sit down,” she huffs.
“Fine…” I mutter, stepping over to the couch. “But I’m doing it becauseIwant to, not because you’re telling me to.”
She chuckles and shakes her head as I take a seat next to her. “Okay, fine. You’re the boss.”
My throat is all dry and scratchy as she reaches for my face, brushing her fingers through my dark hair.
“How was school?” she asks, and I squint at her.
“Mom, please. You clearly have something to say, so let’s cut the small talk and just get to the point. You’re stressing me out.”
Showing me a sympathetic look, she tilts her head. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I don’t want you to be upset…” Her voice trails, and I lean in, my skin crawling all over in suspense. “But I have some news.”
“Whatnews?” I ask quietly. I’m trying to be patient and let her work up to it, but my fingers are twitching.
She swoops in a breath, letting it out slowly before she hits me with, “I met someone.”
My entire body feels frozen solid, like someone ordered an ice sculpture of a shocked teenager.
I don’t know why, but this is the absolutelastthing I ever expected her to say.
Mom’s brows knit together while I gawk at her like she just told me she wants to become a rodeo clown. “Avi… are you alright?”
“Uh… what?” My head shakes and I force myself to blink a few dozen times. “Yea, yea. I’m uh… I’m… fine?” I don’t mean for the wordfineto come out like a question, but I’m just really confused right now.
She met someone…? As in, like, aperson… she wants to…date??
My mother has gone on a few dates over the years, but it’s never led to anything. Usually, she just tells me she’sgoing out with a friend, or something along those lines. She’s never felt the need to sit me down andtalkto me about it.
My mother shifts. “Okay… because you look kind of pale—”
“So you mean you’re gonna… go on a date with someone, right? That’s fine,” I tell her casually while trying not to fidget.
She clears her throat. “Actually, we’ve already gone out a few times.”
“Oh…” My mind is running in jittery circles, like a hamster on a wheel. “But you didn’t mention anything…”
“I didn’t want to bother you with it until it was serious.” She blinks her deep blue eyes at me.
“Wait… so you’re saying itisserious??” My voice croaks out of my throat. “Who is this person?”
“His name is Tom.” The way her face sort of lights up even saying his name tightens my gut.
“Tom?” I can’t help the way I scoff. “That’s a stupid name…”
“Aviel.” She glares at me. “That’s rude.”
“Sorry.” I rub my eyes. “I’m just… I’m surprised, that’s all. This is kind of coming out of nowhere… You’ve never sat me down to tell me about you dating before.”
She squeezes my arm. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep it from you, but I just figured with the move and you being busy at school… I wanted to give it a few dates before I told you. To make sure I really liked him.”
