STATIC (LGBT)

Chapter 47

Sigh... Now that I think about it, it's very embarrassing... it was worse before though.

I came out, changed and felt myself relax in my clothes. Somehow, I really do feel like I have to talk to my mom... It's not like what I want will change... but I feel like I have to get one thing done first and then head with the other... So before anything, I need to understand what's up with my mom, what she's been thinking so far, what did she actually do and why.

I still can't believe that she did all that behind my back and didn't even discuss it with me.

… Well, I can see why though. We don't have the best mother/daughter communication system, if you will.

I walked down the stairs perfectly knowing that my parents had come back already. Dad was probably making us some dinner considering that I have not been down there yet. If it had been the case, I would be making my own. My mom, on the other hand, would probably be in the laundry room.

I decided to head to the kitchen first. I don't feel like my dad had much of a role in all of this. Maybe he had but he's more of the low-profile kind of person who would never do that kind of thing... That could be a reason to distrust him, but I know that he wouldn't even dare go to speak with the IMT director. He's more socially awkward than I am.

“Hey, Megan.” My dad said when I opened the fridge door. “Got some studying done?”

“Yeah.” I said getting the orange juice and pouring the last of it into my mouth straight from the cardboard box. “Math was hard.”

“Mmm.” My dad says as he finishes our conversation with a nod. Simple as that... but he continues it. “How's Zoë? I haven't seen her around lately.”

“Sleeping and studying as well.” I glance at him and find him glancing at me as well. “Why?”

“Nothing.” He probably noticed something considering that he knows that we're together... and that she jumps into my room sometimes. “Wondering. This will be ready in around 10 minutes.”

I stared at the chicken he was preparing. I have to admit that it looks good. “Yeah.”

I took casual steps behind my dad so that he wouldn't notice any change in behavior. If we're similar then he would be able to tell when I'm up to something. So I took myself off to the other side of the kitchen and out onto the corridor leading to the laundry room and the music studio.

I heard the washing machine on so I was right that my mom was in there. Every time that she comes back from a trip the first thing she does is wash her clothes. She's the kind that prefers doing everything quickly so that she can be as lazy as she wants for as long as she wants... unless she has to go to her office or to another trip.

I stopped right at the door looking into the clear room and at the woman who is a little taller than me. She's looking at her phone, smirking a little at the social life that she´s always had. I stand there for a few minutes until she actually notices my presence. She glances towards my direction with the amber eyes I inherited and frowns slightly in surprise.

You see, so far I understand that my relationship with my mom doesn´t seem like the best... and it isn't. Yet it't not like we're in constant fighting, it's more like we never can talk without frustrating the other... at least when it comes to me. So when it actually happens I just leave.

Now that I think about it, I´m probably the problem here.

“May I talk to you for a sec?” I ask my mom as I invite myself into the room.

My mom lifts a dark eyebrow and stands up straight. Her face relaxes though after a few seconds of confusion because I never really approach her this way. “Something bothering you?”