38） That Notebook
Rava
We step into the house. My mom's on the couch, reading some papers with her glasses halfway down her nose. She looks up and her whole face softens. "Welcome back, sweetheart."
I smile, and I lean closer to kiss the top of her head. "Hey mom. I told Gio to stay over tonight."
She glances at him, her smile doesn't even waver.
"Of course. I was planning on making your pies anyway.
" Gio sets his bag down neatly by the wall, then looks at her.
"You're gonna break me, Mrs. Eden," he says, brushing a hand through his hair.
"I'm doing my best to keep a six-pack going here and you're out here sabotaging me with baked goods. "
She laughs, waving a hand. "You'll survive. Go get settled, I'll call you when everything's ready."
As we head toward my room, I roll my eyes. "You make me feel like I'm fifteen again, mom."
"Leave me alone. I miss it. You boys were the sweetest back then."
"Sweetest?!" I stop in the hallway, turning around. "Mom, this guy threw pebbles at my head during recess. Don't act like you forgot!" She looks back over her glasses. Gio smirks behind me, unbothered.
"He mocked my poor poem at the winter performance," I continue. "The one about the moon? You remember that, right? I cried for half an hour."