Chapter 2: Second Meeting

I made a sandwich, which is the easiest to make for my famished self, 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 it's you," I yell. I know what you are thinking. Just leave it like my mom and I 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 hummingbird ( she hums a lot). "Darling, we are having some special visitors tonight. Am getting the dinner ready so they won't be kept waiting when they arrive, " my mum patiently explains. "Seriously? But you never mentioned anything about the dinner. Wait a minute, who on earth are we entertaining tonight? What's so special about them?" I ask, not on board with playing the host tonight. My mom sighs, tired of my ranting. I mean, who wouldn't be? Am even tired of myself. "Hone, why are they neighbors? 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, thinking about us being besties. It's not gonna happen, not after the incident( the one that caused us to relocate). "Mum, I'm 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 of asking me to help her with cooking. My mum looks like she wants to protest, but gives up when she probably remembers the homework part. She loves to see me serious with my schoolwork. 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 grandparents 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 toward 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 gay. The task wasn't easy as she was still in her 2nd year at the university, but through it all, she managed to single-handedly train me, and for that I am seriously grateful. Although I feel for her sometimes, she hasn't dated anyone since the demise of my father. Enough of my boring history for now. I did my assignments before I took my bath ( my mum doesn't like it when you don't bathe before dinner… and I seriously don't want to offend her). I walk towards the dining room 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 not 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 breath 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 gods and goddesses. The wife is a blonde with eyes so blue the sky will be jealous, and her hourglass figure suits her tan skin just fine. If I'm 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 in before turning to me. "Manuel( his mom likes calling him by his middle name,e), why are you blocking the entrance?" she scolds. I walk back, embarrassed at my stupidity. Get a hold of yourself, Dan, it's not like you haven't seen beautiful people before. I reprimand myself. The couple came in as my mom ushered them to the dining room. "This is for you, dear," the male says as he gives 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 says, blushing. "Am Daniel, nice to meet you,u" I say to the couple, "My, what a handsome young man. It's my pleasure to meet 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 doorbell rang. "That must be him", my mum says as she walks towards the doo,r leaving me with the two beautiful couples. "This is for y, ou, ma" a familiar voice says. Why does the voice sound familiar? I asked myselfMy 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 who shoved me on my way home. "Am David nice to me,ummm…" He says, probably fishing for a name, "Danie, the pleasure isminee" 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.