Ch. 10 Why do you call me Mama
(Aimee POV)
We were on the road, and we were 6 hours in. Honestly, I usually wouldn't see myself doing a drive like this, but I didn't quite mind it.
I mean, even with the whole kidnapping thing, I guess I could say I didn't mind it.
Which pretty much sounds messed up, but it felt like a break to me.
I needed a little break, and it's not like I have a family to spend the holidays with anyway, so spending the holidays with some strangers shouldn't be that bad, I hope.
What he said earlier was on my mind, to be quite frank. I don't even know what I was supposed to think about what he said.
I knew he was interested in me. He let me know that from the beginning that he was.
He made up a pretend girlfriend to his mother and abducted me; through this whole drive, he's behaved in a way that it is evident that he is interested in me.
Yes, he made it well known that he liked me through the actions that have been shown, although other people would think of that as an obsession. Was Anthony sure that he liked me, or was he just obsessed with me?
I focused my attention on him. He was staring straight ahead and paying his attention to the road.
I noticed that he had freckles.
What, how come I didn't notice that before. Okay, freckles and dimples, noted.
I looked to see if I could find anything else. He had a beauty mark on his eyelid. He also had long eyelashes.
Eyelashes that made me want to yank them off for myself. He doesn't need those lashes.
"Uh, you know you're staring at me really hard, right?" He asked me.
I let out a chuckle. Was I staring at him hard?
I noticed that his face was turning red, haha—what a tomato.
"Feels weird doesn't it? Having someone stare at you like that, oh how the roles have reversed." I said. He let out a laugh.
"Okay, okay. I guess I deserve that. You're right about that." He said.
"It's not an obsession, right?" I asked him out of nowhere; he turned to glance at me.
"Would you be freak out if I was obsessed with you?" He asked me, causing my mouth to drop open.
"Uhhhhh," I said, not really knowing what to say.
He chuckled.
"You know, I can't answer that question because my answer would scare you. I can tell you, though, that I did imagine what your voice would sound like, what your laugh would sound like, how your smile would look like, what you like to eat and not to like to eat, your favorite color, just everything that crossed my mind. I imagined it about you." He cleared his throat.
Anthony brought his hand up and ran his fingers through his hair.
"You didn't answer the question," I said to him.
Anthony shrugged his shoulders, and spoke.
"You want me to tell you I'm not obsessed with you, but I can't answer that. If I said no, that would be a lie. I'm not obsessed with you in a crazy way, but when someone has crossed your mind multiple times, and you find yourself thinking about that person, wondering about them, and so on. Then you start to think; maybe you're a little obsessed with this certain person." He said in a soft voice
That was not the answer I was expecting to get at all whatsoever. I was hoping to get a laugh out of Anthony and for him to deny that he was obsessed with me.
I was expecting him to say that I was pushing it, but for him to come out and say that. Well, that left me speechless. I pretty much didn't know what else to say.
I was never the quiet type. I am the type to throw things back or ask questions about why a person said or has done what they did. This time I was, though.
Anthony was the first person that had me speechless.
Does anyone know what to say to something like that?
Because I sure didn't know what to say.
"Does that freak you out?" He asked me.
I stared at him questioningly, wondering if he would start laughing and saying it was a joke, but the look on his face was serious.
Yes, Anthony was serious about everything he said indeed.
"I mean, I don't know what to say. It's just a crush, though; you'll get over it soon." I told him. His eyes widened. It was like I offended him by what I said.
"What do you mean I'll get over it soon?" He asked me, which caused me to shrug my shoulders.
"I mean, people don't really like me; some pretended they did but never actually like me. Then I came to find out that they were only trying to use me. Then others thought they liked me, but when they got to know me. They pulled away. So what I'm saying is, I wouldn't be really surprised if your crush on me went away. It happens." I said; it was something that does happen, but it's not something I liked happening to me.
"Well, considering the fact that I have been crushing on you since the first time you came into the cafe, considering the fact that I've abducted you, knowing that I could be charged with a huge crime and thrown in prison. Considering the fact that I'm taking a risk on bringing you to my family cabin, where my family members are right now. I would say my crush on you isn't a simple crush. So please don't put me on a list with those ordinary people. They got nothing on me." He said.
The tone of Anthony's voice stunned me.
Was he mad?
What the hell is he mad for?
So it wasn't just a crush, but an obsessed crush?
I went still, wait. Did Anthony say he started having a crush on me when I started going to the cafe?
"Anthony..... I started going to that cafe eight months ago." I said, letting the words settle in.
He let out a sigh.
"I know. I said what I said." He said, shrugging his shoulder.
Anthony's had a crush on me for eight fucking months?
He sighed. "Shocking, right? Eight fucking months and I still didn't have the guts to talk to you until now." He said, chuckling with nervousness.
I didn't say anything. I was still on the fact that he's been staring at me like that for eight months.
"Listen, I don't know about those other people, but there is nothing wrong with you, so stop bringing yourself down. They just weren't the right piece you were looking for, okay. Picture our lives as a huge puzzle; those people didn't have it in them to understand you or be able to fit with you. Not everyone is meant to understand everyone, and you know what? That's okay, but it's not okay to bring yourself down each time it happens. Not everyone is meant to stay in your life. Some are meant to stay for a short period and then move on, as I've mentioned before." He told me.
Anthony let out a deep breath as if he was thinking of other things to say.
I raised a brow at him.
"Anthony, you watch many romance movies don't you?" I asked him, watching as his face turned red.
"You know what, Aimee, laugh all you want, but those movies are good, and they teach a lot." He said, causing me to laugh out loud that he just admitted to it.
The facial expression he showed as he defended those types of movies made me laugh.
"Oh my gosh, it's been a while since I've laughed. Oh gosh." I said, holding my chest and giggling.
I looked up to find Anthony smirking.
"Whatever, Mama, I'm glad you had a good laugh, though." He said,
"Hmm, why do you call me Mama anyway?" I asked him
"Well, for one thing, it fits you extremely well." He said.
I will forever have my brows raised in confusion towards this guy because I had no idea how 'Mama' fit me well.
"I look like a mom?" I asked him. He laughed at my facial expression of the comment made.
"I mean... if you want to be a mom one day in the future, we can make it happen." He said, laughing at his words; my eyes widened.
"Haha, hilarious, in your dreams, pal," I said, rolling my eyes.
"It would be a wonderful dream," he said quietly. It was like he didn't want me to catch that. His words affected me, and I felt my face getting hot.
He still didn't tell me why he called me Mama, though.
(*Kassandra Speaks*)
Can anyone guess why Anthony calls Aimee Mama?
Comment your answers below.
Anthony is showing Aimee a side of him he really doesn't show anyone, Haha and Aimee tease Anthony on the romance movies thing. How cute.
They've knocked down 6 hours!!!! Hahaha
He basically told Aimee he was serious about her.
Do you all think Aimee believes that?
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-Kassandra Vivu