Second Meeting

I make a sandwich which is the easiest to make for my famished self, ate and took a much needed nap.

The blaring of a car horn woke me up from my nap.

Checking the time, I discover it's 6:00.

I really can't believe I slept that long.

"Honey!!!! Am home" my mom calls, obviously in a good mood. 

"Cut the crap!! I already know its you," I yell.

I know what you are thinking. Just leave it like that, I and my mom just get along naturally, sometimes we banter like best friends.

I walk into the kitchen and see my mum already getting ready to cook.

"why are you in a hurry to cook considering you never cook on Mondays ?" I ask the humming bird( she hums a lot).

"Darling we are having some special visitors tonight.

am getting the dinner ready so they wouldn't be kept waiting when they arrive, " my mum patiently explains.

"Seriously? But you never mentioned anything about the dinner.

Wait minute, who on earth are we entertaining tonight?

what's so special about them?" I ask really not on board with playing the host tonight. 

My mom sighs obviously tired of my ranting.

I mean who wouldn't be?

Am even tired of myself.

"Honey they are our neighbour.

The ones that packed in last week. I invited them over so we can get to know each other.

I heard they have a son who is exactly your age," my mum smiles obviously thinking about us been besties.

It's not gonna happen not after the incident( the one that caused us to relocate). 

"Mum am heading up to do my assignments, you can call me when you need me." I have to get out of here fast before she thinks on asking me to help her in cooking.

 my mum looks like she wants to protest but gives up when she probably remembered the homework part.

she loves to see me serious with my school works.

I run to my room happy to be far from my scheming mother.

I know I love her but she can be a pain on the arse sometimes *whispers* don't tell her I said so. 

My dad died when I was still a toddler and my mom took the responsibility of caring for me although my grand parents weren't supportive.

they even asked her to give me up for adoption( it was a known fact that they never liked my dad.

that said, they channeled their hatred to me when he died) And probably marry again and start a real family( as in…. Am I fake????) and it didn't make it any easier when I came out as a gay.

The task wasn't easy as she was still in her 2nd year in the university, but through all , she managed to singlehandedly train me and for that am seriously grateful.

Although I feel for her sometimes, she haven't dated anyone since the demise of my father.

well enough of my boring history for now. 

I did my assignments before I take my bath ( my mum doesn't like when you don't bath before dinner…. And I seriously don't want to offend her). 

I walk towards the dinning to see my mom already through with the preparation.

"Something smells delicious." I sniff. Smiling a bit, I wink at her.

"It's not as if the food is as good as yours."

"Don't flatter me. Am not that good."

"Says the small chef." She wiggles a brow.

"Am not." I roll at her. "What about your visitors? They're no here yet?"

 As if on cue the doorbell rang.

"it's probably our visitors.

get the door while I put out the dishes" my mum dramatically whispers as if afraid someone will hear. 

Walking to the door, I take a very deep breathe before opening the door.

"Hello.

welcome!!!!" I cheerfully say before I look at the visitors.

OMG I mean they look like they walked out of a fashion magazine….

 No I don't think that qualifies their beauty.

they look like the Greek god and goddess. 

The wife is a blond with eyes so blue the sky will be jealous and her hourglass figure suits her tan skin just fine. If am into females, I will be falling over her.

"Mm.. I me… " I stutter forgetting what I initially wanted to say.

I stand there stupidly gawking at them. 

My mom (my savior) luckily comes to my rescue.

" Come in, " she gestures for our visitors to come inbefore turning to me.

"Manuel( his mom likes calling him by his middle name) why are you blocking the entrance?" she scolds.

I walk back embarrassed at my stupidity.

Get a hold on yourself Dan its not like you haven't seen beautiful people before.

I reprimand myself. 

The couples came in as my mom ushered them to the dinning room.

" this is for you dear" the male says as he give my mom some flowers, and I swear his silky voice is like music to the ear.

"Oh dear! You shouldn't have troubled yourself , thank you" my mum blush.

"Am Daniel nice to meet you" I say to the couples, 

"oh my what a handsome young man.

it's my pleasure meeting you.

Am Rosy by the way and this is my husband Sam" the wife says.

I check to see if there's someone probably hiding behind them.

I thought my mum said they have a son my age( just asking, I seriously don't care if he comes or not) . 

"I thought you were coming with your son?" my mum asks.

It was as if she heard my unasked question. 

"Yeah he was coming with us but went home to bring something he forgot.

I don't know what. He's probably on his way", the mother answers.

As if on cue the door bell rang. 

"That must be him" my mum says as she walk towards the door leaving me with the two beautiful couples.

 "This is for you ma" a familiar voice says.

Why does the voice sound familiar?

I asked myself.

my question was answered when he came into view.

 I gasp.

if I thought his parents were hot, they are nothing compared to this beauty god in my presence, but I stopped thinking about his beauty when I recall he was the one that shoved me on my way home. 

"Am David nice to meet u ummm…"

He says probably fishing for a name,

"Daniel the pleasure is mine" I force a smile although there isn't any pleasure in meeting someone who shoved you and insulted you while at it.

"Your face looks familiar but I can't recall ever meeting you," he says obviously trying to remember our not so pleasant meeting.