When your mom checks the fridge

David put the pen inside the notebook and laid it on the end table next to his recliner. What am I doing, he thought to himself and stood up from his chair. It felt so awkward to do that, putting his thoughts onto paper felt like a mild waste of time.

He surveyed his living room and sighed. His things were unpacked but his roommates boxes still littered little corners and any spare carpet it could cover. Weren't girls supposed to be all about decorating and unpacking?

He stood up from his recliner after checking to make sure the cat wasn't asleep under the edge or hiding inside. He still hadn't adjusted and was hiding wherever he could find. His food was still untouched from the previous day and all he could see of him was a furry tail poking out from inside a half packed box.

"Crap, mom's going to be here any minute." David muttered and picked up the notebook before shuffling it into the drawer in the end table. He walked to the kitchen area, made sure the dishes were in the washer and a pitcher was still in the sink with fresh ice in it.

He resisted the urge to check his fridge to make sure it was still full for the 15th time. His mom was one of those who would absolutely open the door to make sure it had actual food in it and wasn't crammed full of left over tacos and canned drinks. It was her way of caring. She would absolutely bring over a gallon bag of whatever left overs she had from the house also.

The apartment was bright, the windows were open to let in a breeze and air out the place from fresh paint and the smell of dust from cardboard boxes fresh from storage. It wasn't glamorous, but recently remodeled. It was a long rectangle with a bedroom and bath on each end and a large communal kitchen and living area in the middle. The kind of neutral tones and colors that were in fashion 6 months ago and confirmed that someone had bought the last season decorating fashions when they went on sale in bulk.

He walked to the bedroom and changed clothes into something without wrinkles and a little less comfortable. He wanted to put on the image that he was finally getting himself back together and not lazing around in life. He knew his parents worried about that. He tossed the clothes behind the bedroom door in a pile that was his way of making sure he knew where his dirty laundry was.

His mother let herself in. The front door was unlocked just so she could. Any other time it was locked almost religiously but his mom didnt have a spare key yet.

"David? You are here right?" his mom called from the living area.

"Yes mom, hold on I am just putting my dirty clothes away."

Her head appeared in the door way and she looked in far enough to look behind the door. She knew him well enough. "Yeah... I see that hasn't changed either."

"God mom! What if I was still changing!"

"Bah! You think I havnt seen you naked? Is she still asleep?" She tapped her watch with her index finger.

"Yes mom she got in late last night from a contract job and hasn't woken up yet."

David wanderers out into the living room. Nicodemus poked his head from his hiding spot having heard another familiar voice. In the way only a cat can he walked into the room rubbing his side on everything between him and David's mom.

David's mom casually grabbed the grocery bag she had brought in with her from the counter and opened the fridge.

"I brought the left overs. There was meat loaf and broccoli from last night that I just cant eat on my own. Where are your veggies sir?"

"Veggie drawer on the right..." David replied slowly realizing he had forgotten to get fresh veggies. He hoped his mom wouldnt check but she did.

"How are you supposed to cook without veggies son? Veggies are important. Is this all you plan to keep in here?"

"Mom we have been moved in for 3 days. There are frozen veggies I'm sure."

"Speaking of moved in where is Ae? I havnt seen her at all..."

"She is still asleep. She got off a special contract late last night."

His mom sighed and closed the door to the fridge before sitting down at his table. She patted the spot next to her.

"What will I do with you two. Just dont fight like when you were kids. And let the poor thing sleep occassionally. She takes these weird hour jobs and you know what that does to her."

"Yes ma'am I will try. She always starts it..."

And with that David and his Mom started to talk about the days when they were all younger. Someone else was starting to stir in the house.