Angela was so overdramatic about everything. Spending less time here would be fine with me. I enjoyed last night because it was peacefully quiet. I slept throughout the night without being woken up by Angela storming in after going to a frat party. Things never seemed to go her way, and she always had something to bitch about. A couple months into us being roommates, it crossed my mind to try and get a different room, but then I thought how bad the new roommate could be. There were worse girls to be stuck with than Angela.
Angela proceeded to tell me that my parents came to visit me last night, but I wasn’t here. Why hadn’t they called me? I picked up my phone and dialed my mother.
“Hello, dear. Are you back at your dorm?” she asked.
“Yes. You should have just called me. I would have come back last night,” I explained, feeling bad that my parents drove all the way here, and I was somewhere else.
“We wanted to surprise you, but we also didn’t want you to drop what you were doing last night. You have a life. We get that. I knew you would be home today, and Angela would give you the message,” she said sincerely.
My mom had always been my rock. For as long as I could remember, we had been close. She made sure that I got everything I needed. Of course, she was my mom but also a close friend. I felt that I could talk to her about anything.
My dad, on the other hand, we were close but not as close as my mother and me. He still thought of me as a little toddler even though I was an adult. Sometimes that made things frustrating, but he said when I had kids one day, I would understand.
We decided to meet up for lunch at a local diner. They would have to head back in a few hours, and as childish as it sounded, I missed my parents. They had done a lot for me over the years, and they were my support blanket. They had always supported me in anything I wanted to do.
When we got to the diner, my mom couldn’t wait to start asking me questions. She didn’t even wait for the waiter to take our order. I shook my head, knowing this was going to be a long lunch. My mom missed me. She couldn’t hide that fact. Truth be told, I missed her greatly too.
“So how is college going? Straight A’s I hope?” she asked, giving me the mom's eye.
I did enjoy the fact that my parents didn’t receive report cards from college. “You know me. I always strive for straight A’s.” I smiled back at her. I didn’t usually lie to my mom, but I didn’t want her to be worried. If she were worried, she would never leave.
“And what about a boyfriend? Any boys catch your interest here?”
I immediately looked down at my lap. Matteo and I were still so new that I didn’t know if I should even mention it to them. It wasn’t serious yet. Who knew, we could break up in a week. I would rather keep it to myself until it was serious. “Nope, just focusing on school. I’ll be done with college soon enough, and then I’ll be able to start my career.”
My mom looked at me like she knew I was lying. I felt her I know your lying gaze seer into my skull. She didn’t read magazines, so she couldn’t have seen the article on Matteo and me. How could she possibly know? I attempted to change the topic of conversation. “How are you guys doing?”
My dad looked at me inquisitively. “We are fine. Just worried about our little girl.”
I was not sure what was going on, but my parents were acting strangely. What were they not telling me? What was on their minds?
My parents spent the next hour just asking me a bunch of questions about school, my friends, and my basic life. They were still acting strange, but maybe it was just because they missed their little girl. Surely, they would tell me if something was wrong.
When they got in their car and left, a tear made an appearance on my cheek. It was nice to see them, but something still didn’t seem right. I was going to find out the secret they were trying to hide from me.