--Super duper important note at the end. Please please pleaseeee read it.--
Monica's P.O.V.
"M, hurry up, will you?!" Brandon shouted from downstairs.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" I hollered back with an eye roll.
Running down the stairs with my carry-on in hand, I almost crashed against Brandon.
"B, can you please get my suitcase?" I said, panting.
"Sure, Berrycake. Since you said please." He beamed at me, going up the stairs to my room.
I rolled my eyes at him and carried out my bag to the car waiting outside. When I finished doing that, I got inside again to see my smiling mother going down the stairs in heels.
I smiled, it was impossible not to with the look she had. She looked so happy and radiant. I was only fussing about this because I haven't seen that face ever since the divorce.
"Hey mom. You look happy." I mused with a grin.
"Of course I am," then she began listing off things that makes her happy, "You're finally coming out of your shell, you're starting to talk to your dad a little, Brandon's nice, I have a date tonight..." She trailed off with a goofy grin.
"Hold up," I licked my lips, "You have a date tonight and you didn't even tell me beforehand? What kind of mother-bestfriend are you?" I playfully said in an accusing manner.
"I thought I was your bestfriend?" Brandon said, slightly out of breath as he descended down the stairs.
I laughed, "You are."
"Well, better not to keep my date waiting. He's almost here. I'm gonna go wait outside." My mom said, trying to slip out of the moment.
"Uh-uh mom. How about we wait together and you introduce me to the lucky guy, eh?" I smirked.
"Er, okay." She sighed, defeated.
"Do we really have to? Aren't we gonna run late?" Brandon whined.
Mom's eyes visibly brightened. "Oh, right! I don't want to-"
"We have a couple hours to spare, B. Besides, all I'm gonna do is talk to the guy. Ya know, get to know him and all." I said, waving them off.
"If you say so." He muttered.
"Great," I clapped my hands two times with a grin, "-oh and you're free to do what you want around the house as long as it won't cause a ruckus that I have to handle." I told Brandon. He cheered up and started to walk towards the kitchen.
"Now, tell me something about your date, mom."
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Ding dong!
"I'll get it!" Mom jumped up from her seat.
I sprung up, "Oh no! I will. Just go sit down there and relax so you can calm your nerves and all." I said mischievously as I held mom back.
She rolled her eyes but she sat down on the couch, as elegantly as usual.
I walked giddily to the door, my boots making light footstep sounds along the foyer hall.
As I opened the door, I really didn't know what to expect so you can almost imagine my shock when I saw a muscular man standing at my doorway.
I examined the guy. He had this not-so-effortlessly-messed-up brown hair, these mysterious dark eyes, some light stubble, perfect jawline and as I said, he was muscular but not too muscular that will make him look like a replica of John Cena, he had a 'just right' build. He was also wearing a suit, his tie matching my mom's shirt.
