takes a sip. “Oh shit, that tastes fucking terrible. How do you drink this stuff?”
“Hey, without coffee I’d be walking around like a zombie, and it isn’t pretty. I started drinking coffee when I was little. Sometimes my mom’s little stunts would keep me up late at night, so I needed coffee to stay awake during school. But give it a month or two and you will acquire a taste for black coffee.”
“I doubt it. I’ll stick to orange juice in the mornings.”
I laugh at him. I bet I’ll have him liking coffee in no time. “I would offer to make breakfast for us, but my cooking is just as awful as yours. I can’t cook to save my life.”
“Well we make a great pair then, don’t you think?” He grabs a box of cereal and some milk and puts them on the table in front of me.
“I should have just stuck to what I know how to do. I just so happens I hold the world record for best cereal maker. You should see my trick for pouring the milk.”
“Wow, your mom must be so proud. You’re a man of many talents.” I teasingly say.
“I could go upstairs and show you some of my other talents if you wish.” He gives me a wicked grin and my stomach does a somersault. How does he turn me on with just one sentence? But I find myself wishing he would take me upstairs and show me a trick or two.
Just then I hear the front door open and shut loudly. It pulls me from my dark thoughts about Adam’s other talents. I must remind him to show me those sometime. “God Adam, what is that awful burnt smell? Did you attempt to try and cook something? You should stick to cereal or pop tarts when I’m not home. I am quite fond of my house and prefer if you didn’t burn it to ashes.”
I see a woman who looks to be in her mid-thirties round the corner. I immediately know it's Adam’s mom just by looking at her. The resemblance is striking. She’s absolutely beautiful. She has shoulder length brown hair, olive colored skin, and she is wearing a set of scrubs. I remember Adam saying she works nights, so she must just be getting off work. I hope Adam isn’t in trouble for letting me stay here, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that last night. She notices me sitting at the table and she raises her eyebrows.
“I didn’t know you had company, it’s quite early, one can only assume your guest spent the night.” She quirks up a eyebrow at Adam and gives him a playful smile.
“Mom, this is Abigail. Her mom is in the hospital, and I helped her out last night. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving her alone so I let her stay here.”
She reaches over and gently cups his cheek. He leans his face into her hand and smiles sweetly at her. It’s obvious he adores him mother. She turns her attention to me. “Hi Abigail, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry to hear about you mom. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help. May I ask what happened?”
“Um, well…” I fumble for what to say to her. Should I tell her the truth? Make up a story? I decide to go for honesty. Since meeting Adam, he for some reasons makes me want to be a better person and to tell the truth for once. “She was um, stabbed last night and beaten up by some guy,” I whisper out, and it looks like she is straining to hear me. Her face has a look of shock, mixed with sympathy.
“Oh honey, I’m so sorry. I’m glad Adam was there for you last night. He’s spoken very highly of you. Adam has never brought a girl home before, so you must be very special to him. I was beginning to think he was gay,” she jokingly says. I look over at Adam and I swear I see a slight blush on his face. I also can’t believe I’m the only girl who has met his mother. Or the fact that she just called me his girlfriend.
“Really mom? I am far from gay. I just never found someone who held my interest until Abigail.”
I’m not that interesting.
“Well one can only assume you were into men when you’ve never, not one time, have you ever brought home a
“Hey, without coffee I’d be walking around like a zombie, and it isn’t pretty. I started drinking coffee when I was little. Sometimes my mom’s little stunts would keep me up late at night, so I needed coffee to stay awake during school. But give it a month or two and you will acquire a taste for black coffee.”
“I doubt it. I’ll stick to orange juice in the mornings.”
I laugh at him. I bet I’ll have him liking coffee in no time. “I would offer to make breakfast for us, but my cooking is just as awful as yours. I can’t cook to save my life.”
“Well we make a great pair then, don’t you think?” He grabs a box of cereal and some milk and puts them on the table in front of me.
“I should have just stuck to what I know how to do. I just so happens I hold the world record for best cereal maker. You should see my trick for pouring the milk.”
“Wow, your mom must be so proud. You’re a man of many talents.” I teasingly say.
“I could go upstairs and show you some of my other talents if you wish.” He gives me a wicked grin and my stomach does a somersault. How does he turn me on with just one sentence? But I find myself wishing he would take me upstairs and show me a trick or two.
Just then I hear the front door open and shut loudly. It pulls me from my dark thoughts about Adam’s other talents. I must remind him to show me those sometime. “God Adam, what is that awful burnt smell? Did you attempt to try and cook something? You should stick to cereal or pop tarts when I’m not home. I am quite fond of my house and prefer if you didn’t burn it to ashes.”
I see a woman who looks to be in her mid-thirties round the corner. I immediately know it's Adam’s mom just by looking at her. The resemblance is striking. She’s absolutely beautiful. She has shoulder length brown hair, olive colored skin, and she is wearing a set of scrubs. I remember Adam saying she works nights, so she must just be getting off work. I hope Adam isn’t in trouble for letting me stay here, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that last night. She notices me sitting at the table and she raises her eyebrows.
“I didn’t know you had company, it’s quite early, one can only assume your guest spent the night.” She quirks up a eyebrow at Adam and gives him a playful smile.
“Mom, this is Abigail. Her mom is in the hospital, and I helped her out last night. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving her alone so I let her stay here.”
She reaches over and gently cups his cheek. He leans his face into her hand and smiles sweetly at her. It’s obvious he adores him mother. She turns her attention to me. “Hi Abigail, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry to hear about you mom. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help. May I ask what happened?”
“Um, well…” I fumble for what to say to her. Should I tell her the truth? Make up a story? I decide to go for honesty. Since meeting Adam, he for some reasons makes me want to be a better person and to tell the truth for once. “She was um, stabbed last night and beaten up by some guy,” I whisper out, and it looks like she is straining to hear me. Her face has a look of shock, mixed with sympathy.
“Oh honey, I’m so sorry. I’m glad Adam was there for you last night. He’s spoken very highly of you. Adam has never brought a girl home before, so you must be very special to him. I was beginning to think he was gay,” she jokingly says. I look over at Adam and I swear I see a slight blush on his face. I also can’t believe I’m the only girl who has met his mother. Or the fact that she just called me his girlfriend.
“Really mom? I am far from gay. I just never found someone who held my interest until Abigail.”
I’m not that interesting.
“Well one can only assume you were into men when you’ve never, not one time, have you ever brought home a
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