"Mom's got a boyfriend, Mommy's got a date!" I raised an eyebrow at hearing
this. Amy came marching into the house proudly with her backpack around her
and followed by my mother.
"Amy, stop that. It's not a date, and I do not have a boyfriend." My mother
corrected her, a pink shade to her cheeks.
"Oh really? What's this?" I asked, setting down my 'YM' magazine.
"What's what?" Mom asked me, trying to play off of a state of confusion as to
what I was saying.
"Who's this 'not my boyfriend'?" I asked, standing up off the couch.
"You've been home for an hour and you didn't even clean up?" MY mother quickly
changed the subject.
"I did too, now stop changing the subject, I'd like to know about your date."
I knew she would do this. "Especially since I got in trouble, what was it,
four days ago for going on on a 'date'?" I enunciated "date" with my fingers.
Attitude stirred in my voice.
"Firstly, don't get an attitude with me young lady. Secondly, it's not because
you got a date right off, well it was but it wasn't..." She paused, confused
herself at what she just said. "And it's not a date, well it's a dinner date,
but it's too discuss some projects for work."
"MOM, could you stop trying to be so formal, you can just tell me if you're
going on a date." I simply stated, laughing inside at her embarrassment.
"I told you it's not a date. It's not a date." She said in a repition. Then,
quickly changed the subject. "Amy's going to a friend's house tonight. I met
her friend, Stefanie's mother, and they seem like a nice family and Amy was
invited over.. You were invited right Amy?"
"Yes mommy."
"Okay, well anyway, Amy's going to a friend's house, and I've got my business
meeting, so you're kind of on your own for the night. I'm in a hurry, so I'm
sorry, but I won't be able to make any dinner tonight, you'll be alright
though, won't you? I'm sure you and Angie will find something. Also, I'd
appreciate if you could clean up a little, dust, vaccum, etc." She said in a
rush up the stairs, leaving me with no chance to reply. Like always.
I took a long sigh and followed her up the stairs.
"Hey mom, it's the weekend, I'm off grounding, right?" I walked into her
room, to find her already on the phone. Wow she wastes no time, does she?
"Sure. Uh huh. Alright. That sounds good. Bently's then? Alright, mmm hmmm,
okay. See you then, Bye." It seemed like she was having a conversation with
herself, but I do wonder who it was. Probably her "not date" friend.
"What was that?" She asked me, after hanging up the phone, and walked to her
closet searching through a few of her business-like-cocktail dresses. "How's
this one?" She held up a blue one. 'YUK!' I thought to myself, then shook my
head.
"I said, am I off grounding since the school week is over." I repeated myself,
wondering if she actually heard me this time.
"I guess so, but if you do anything, which I prefer you didn't, I want you in
by 11 o'clock. Incase something goes wrong with Amy, someone will be home."
She gave me a concerned look, but that quickly faded.
"I wasn't planning, I was just wondering." I said. "From what I heard from
everyone at school, everyone's got their plans made, so I think I'll just
spend some quality time with that good ole tv downstairs." She gave a hauty
laugh, from behind the closet door.
"How's this one?" She held up what looked more business like in black.
"That's okay, I guess." Then turned to walk out. I heard her mumble something,
but I didn't care to ask 'what'.
"Oh, if you're spending quality time with the tv," I heard her yell to me,
"don't forget to clean!"
"Yeah, yeah." I mumbled to myself. "OKAY." I yelled back to her.
Walking into my room, I bounced on to my bed and reached for the remote to my
stereo. Blasting my one of my fave cd's, Monica, I began singing at the top of
my lungs to the song "Street Symphony."
About an hour later, after my throat was dry and stomach rumbled I headed
downstairs to see the house was empty. Had Angie even stopped by home? No, she
had a date. I thought to myself. I saw a note sitting on the kitchen table of
course! Mom never leaves home without.. the dreaded.. note!