~Clara’s P.O.V.~
I stared at the flowers, biting my lip.
Tom glanced at my bed, snorting, “Not subtle, huh?”
“Nope,” I sighed, picking up all the flowers that were on my bed.
He nodded and hummed, handing me a card, “Is this subtle?”
It was a white card and I opened it, where there was a red heart drawn in the middle of the right side. It had a small, “roses are red, violets are blue, …” sort of poem on the left side.
I snickered, “This for Star?”
“Nope, but they are blonde,” He coughed.
I snorted, “The person who’s mad at me for kissing his twin?”
“Yep…” He sighed.
I laughed, “That guy? Seriously?”
“Hey! It’s none of your business!” He shouted.
I sighed, “Fine.”
I hummed, quietly calling my mom on the phone, “The School year is almost over. I’ll be home by the end of the week. … Yeah, all of us. … Okay, Mom. I’ll be fine. … Maaaybe… … I’ll let you meet him, I promise! I’m just scared Ma will scare him. … Okay…” I sighed and ended the call.
‘So… that was your Mom, I assume?’ Will glanced at me.
I frowned, “How long have you been laying there?”
‘Not long. I’m assuming the ‘maybe’ was your mom asking if you had a boyfriend?’ He smiled.
I sighed, “Yep. Is that okay? I mean, you meeting my parents? I know we haven’t made it official, but…”
‘Do you want to be official?’ He sat up, looking at me.
I smiled, “Not if you don’t want to, but I’d like it.”
‘I… I want to…’ He swallowed, glancing away, towards the door.
I frowned, “Worried about your twin’s reaction?”
He nodded and didn’t sign anything.
I nodded, “That’s fair. I would be worried about Mia and Mabuka’s reaction, and Lucia, Fran, and Grace’s.”
‘Your sisters?’ He looked at me.
I smiled, “Yep. Mia, Mabuka and I are triplets, and so are Lucia, Fran and Grace, but they’re older than us by a year or so.”
‘Ah,’ He grinned.
I hummed, “So… if you’re meeting my parents, can I-” ‘-They’re dead,’ He bit his lip.
“What?” I frowned and looked at him.
He looked down and started shaking, and I soon realized it was because he was crying.
“I’m… so sorry…” I swallowed, not sure what to do.
He nodded, ‘Don’t be.’
“It’s almost my young adult birthday, so…” I looked at him.
He smiled, ‘Alright. I understand.’
“Thank you.”
