This choice: She runs right up to you to say hello. • Go Back...Chapter #5She runs right up to you to say hello. by: Wassel   "TIM! ...Hey!" she shouted on spotting you. Waving in an overly exaggerated manner that surprised both you and your friend. Having not expected her to do so. Thinking to yourself, Oh-oh... as she bounded straight towards you. Dressed in a black t-shirt, leather jacket combo, along with a pair of distressed and faded looking shorts, dark tights and those chunky black, knee length boots that you were so used to Taylor wearing. Her large bosom bouncing noticeably beneath the shirt as she moved.
"Uh... huh-hey... Taylor," you said as she reached you. Being at a bit of a loss for words. Glancing towards Randall for a second, who appeared extremely puzzled. Presumably wondering why Taylor Madison was running up to talk to you. As it seemed were her friends. The three of them looking similarly confused as they stood behind.
"How are you? It feels like forever since I've seen you," your mom continued. Pausing momentarily to greet your friend. "Hi, Randall."
"...Hi?" he responded, in a somewhat questioning manner.
Not that your mother appeared to notice this.
"I'm... I'm good thanks," you awkwardly smiled. Attempting to stay in character even if she wasn't. "And, uh... yeah, that's the holidays for you." Really emphasizing this word in the hope that she'd play along. Remember where she was and WHO exactly she was supposed to be.
"Well I'm glad," she smiled in motherly-type manner. Giggling a little as she told you, "We've all just been in Mr. Hanson's class and that man really is a hoot!"
"Hoot"? ...Seriously? Doubting that Taylor would ever describe him as that.
"So what class are you going to now? We've got English with... Someone called Miss. Andrews. Do you know her?"
Well of course you knew her. As should Taylor (having been in her class last year). Stuttering slightly at just how out of character and like her usual self your mother was acting. "I, uh... I..." It not seeming right at all.
"Yo, Taylor. What are you talking to them for?" one of her own friend's suddenly interrupted. A tall skinny guy with jet black hair and a nose ring. Saying exactly what you were thinking. Telling her to, "C'mon. Lets get out of here."
Rather than going along with this as you hoped she might, your mother did the exact opposite. Explaining to them all that you were her "friend". Which was of course news to everyone, including you. Cringing as she introduced everyone. For fuck sake, Mom! What the hell are you doing? Taylor's friends consisting of Earl (the tall skinny dude), Mona (the short purple haired girl), and Dwayne, (the long, blonde haired, skater looking dude with the tats). All of whom you'd seen before of course, but had never had any interaction with Until now. None of them looking particularly enthused.
"These guys are your friends?" Mona questioned. Raising a eyebrow. "Seriously?"
"Yeah. ...Well Tim is anyway," your mom replied. "We go WAY back."
Which caused you to almost yelp, "Mom!" in an effort to shut her up, but thankfully managing to hold your tongue. Instead forcing a chuckle as you responded, "Well I don't know about "way back". We, uh... we were in some of the same classes last year is all." This being more akin to the truth (at least for Taylor and you), and a lot more believable than what she was saying.
Appearing to realize this herself, your mom quickly corrected herself. "Oh yeah. That's what I mean. Same classes."
Growing ever more aware of the stink eye Taylor's friends were giving you, not to mention how confused Randall still seemed, you decided it was time to put this interaction to and end. Seeing how your mom obviously having no intention of doing so herself. Being far wrapped up in the excitement of seeing her son for the first time in almost a week.
"Well, uh... we'd... we'd better get to class anyway," you told her, nudging your friend. "It was good to see you again, Taylor." Hoping that she might actually get the hint.
She didn't, and instead appeared a little disappointed. Replying, "Oh... Okay. Guess I'll see you later on then."
Immediately turning and walking away before she could say anything else and put her foot in things even more. Randall's first question before you'd even made it ten feet of course being, "What the hell was that all about? Since when have you and Taylor Madison been friends?" Not really having an answer for him.
You managed to cobble something together though. Even though your mom's behavior had totally put you on the spot. Explaining that you weren't really 'friend' friends, and had merely got to talking one day at the mall. Trying to convince him that she was probably just messing with you. "You know, like they do with everyone who's not into the skater/goth shit." Hoping that this might put him off the scent.
While this didn't completely work, and he still went on about it during the next several classes, eventually he did indeed let it drop. Though, not before bringing up how hot Taylor was and how much he'd love to motorboat her "big ass titties". This usually being the kind of conversation you'd eagerly jump in on (especially where Taylor was concerned). Not now though. Not now that you knew it was your mom in there. Finding it just too weird to actually think about. Instead keeping uncharacteristically quiet and trying not to picture any of the images that Randall's filthy mind was conjuring. Reminding yourself over and over again that, She's my mom!
* * * *
Although you spent the remainder of the day trying to avoid running into your mother again (lest she end up causing another scene like the one before) inevitably it had to happen. What with the two of you being in the same Algebra class. Spotting her as soon as you entered the classroom, waving enthusiastically at you and beckoning you to come sit beside her. Letting out a groan as you did.
Jesus Christ! It's like she's not even trying to fit in. Looking around then to see if anyone else had noticed. Anyone that mattered anyway. Randall, nor any of Taylor's friends from earlier appearing to be in this class. Thank God. Gesturing at her then with your eyes to get her to stop waving, before hustling quickly over to the table directly across. If only to stop her making such a scene. It reminding you of when you'd played soccer in middle school and she'd wave at you rather embarrassingly from the sidelines. Only much, much more embarrassing. This being high school after all.
"Hey there stranger," she grinned as you placed down your books. "Fancy meeting you here."
"Seriously, Mom," you said in a hushed voice. Not wanting any of your other classmates to hear. "What are you doing? Why are you waving at me like that and stopping me in the corridor? Do you want people to find out who you are?"
"What do you mean?" she asked. Appearing somewhat confused.
"You're not acting like Taylor. You're acting like yourself. People are going to get suspicious."
To which she replied, "I was just being friendly is all." Not appearing to see the big deal. "You are my son after all."
"I know that, but... Well, me and Taylor... we never really mixed," you explained. "And she definitely wasn't the kind of person to say hi to me in the hallway and act like we're good friends." Your mother meaning well, but you just had to put her straight. Otherwise people were going to have a hell of a lot of questions going forward. And not just Randall either.
Your mom being your mom, didn't quite see this in the same way. Telling you, "Well, maybe not before, but I'm not the same Taylor am I? And I want to stay close to you, sweetheart. Is that so wrong?"
This suddenly turning into somewhat of a guilt trip. Like you were deliberately saying you didn't want to be fiends. Which wasn't the case at all.
"No, it's... It's not wrong. It's just... Well it doesn't look right is all."
"Nonsense," she scoffed. "People make new friends all the time. I don't see anything wrong with that."
Well of course you wouldn't, you thought. You haven't been in high school in over twenty years! Seemingly not having the faintest idea how cliques and social circles worked. Not everyone was friends with everyone (as much as you had always wished that you and Taylor were).
You didn't get to a chance to say this unfortunately, due to your teacher, Mr. Swanson (or 'Sweaty' as he was known) suddenly walking in the door.
"Alright everyone, settle down," he said. Getting the entire class to cease their various conversations. Including yours. "I know this is the first day back but lets start like we mean to go on, okay?"
Watching then as your mom, opened up her notepad and sorted her various pens and pencils in a neat order on the desk. Sitting up straight and listening intently to the teacher introducing both himself and what you'd be learning over the course of the next year. Which was again absolutely the opposite of what the real Taylor would do. Having forever looked kind of bored and indifferent in class. And she'd certainly never brought her own special pencil case, which your mother clearly had.
Thinking to yourself then, This is definitely gonna be a long year.
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