Chapter 8

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Chris and I walk into the restaurant. I see his mom sitting in the lobby.

"Christopher. I hope you knew what you were doing, the table still isn't ready. Oh Hello Ryland!"

"Hello Ms. Sturniolo."

Chris and I sit on the bench next to his mom. I saw the group of girls looking over trying to hit on him. I put my right leg over his left knee just to piss them off. Chris smirked at me and wraped his arm around my waist.

They place us at our table. I hold Chris's hand under the table as I ordered since I'm not great with that.

"So Ryland, Chris told me this is your second year of college. How old are you?"

"Oh.. I just turned 20 like a month ago."

"Oh! What are you studying?"

"Physiology! I'm trying to become a therapist. "

"I bet your parents are proud of you!"

"My parents passed when I was very young, but I would like to imagine that they are proud of me."

Chris looked at sincerely. "Really? I'm sorry."

"I don't remember much about about them being so young. I just remember a lot of foster homes."

We all talked until it was finally time to go.

"Hey Chris." I pull him aside for a second. "How do you think I did?"

"I think you did amazing. I think my mom really likes you. But I'm not going anywhere regardless."
Chris kisses me. Neither of us pull apart for a minute.

"I forgot my mom was here."

I chuckle a bit. "I'll see you later."

He waves bye and heads out to the car with his mom.

"Ugh.. I wish I could tell him.. I love him."

"So mom.."

"I know what your gonna ask, I like her Chris. A lot actually."

"Yes!! I KNEW YOU WOULD!!" Chris starts punching the air with happiness.

"Okay calm down-"

"Sorry I am really happy." He pick up his phone.

Chris: Ryland Ryland Ryland!

Ryland: Chris Chris Chris!

Chris: My mom said she likes you!

Ryland: Actually? Like fr?

Chris: Yes like fr!!

Ryland: I'm about to do my little Dancy dance!!

Chris: My mom yelled at me for doing my Dancy dance 😭

Ryland: Is my baby being a big baby?

Chris: Maybe-

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