5.9 – Soon to Go Home

~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.”

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