To say the very, very least, the past few days at Addilyn's house had been action packed. Apparently, her mother had a million things planned for her stay, and all of those things included dragging Addilyn along with her.
It wasn't like it was unexpected, Amara tended to do whatever she wanted without asking first. The only thing that Addilyn was not okay with was the formal events her mother would tell her about last minute. The first problem was that Addilyn didn't like formal events, the second was that they were always there to get sponsors for the resistance that Addilyn wasn't even a real member of.
The night Jason texted Addilyn, she'd just gotten out of a three hour long dinner party that she had not brought her phone to. Meaning? Well, Jason's text fell on deaf ears.
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By the time Jason arrived, Addilyn had only been home for around 15 minutes, and while her mother had already gotten comfortable in her pjs, Addilyn had a dog to take care of. That was why it was Amara, Addilyn's mother, who'd opened the door when Jason had knocked.
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This was the most awkward situation Amara had ever been in.
She'd done some pretty stupid shit as a kid, and even now she wasn't the brightest, but this guy at the door took the fucking cake for weird.
First off, he'd thrown a pie (which Amara was pretty happy about) and some peaches into her hands without even looking at her. After that, he'd gone on some rant about a peach festival and proceeded to nerd out about it. All of this, Amara found endearing, albeit a little weird, solely because the guy was a fucking hottie.
As the man bent down to give her a kiss on the cheek, Amara finally realized who the stranger was, and a wide grin spread across her face. "Oh, you're Jason right? It's an absolute pleasure to finally meet you dear." Amara's accent was quite obvious as she spoke, she had a rhythmic tone and spoke with stressed consonants. Unlike her daughter, she'd never really gotten rid of her Italian accent.
"I was worried that Addilyn was never going to introduce us, though I am pretty sure she hadn't meant for this to happen. I'm Amara, Amara Tano, Addilyn's mother. I've heard all about you, come in, I'll-" Amara stopped as Addilyn's voice yelled off in the distance.
"Mamma! Who is it?" Addilyn's voice sounded different than normal, with a soft Italian accent and rhythmic speaking that mirrored Amara's.
At her daughter's voice, Amara grinned, an idea forming in her head. She put a finger to her lips, gesturing for Jason to stay quiet. "It's the mailman, he needs you to sign for a package." Amara grinned, trying not to laugh. "The mailman? It's night time mamma, you sure it's him?" Amara frowned as Addilyn put a hole in her grand plan.
"Um yes, I am positive Addilyn, I'm not blind, and don't you even go there. I may only have one eye but that eye is fully fuctioning. Now, get your ass over here and sign these damned papers so I can go to bed." Amara's voice cracked as she tried to hold back the laughter that Addilyn's annoyed groan caused. She looked back over at Jason, knowing he was probably confused, but just gave him a wink.
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Addilyn swore under her breath as she made her way to the front door. She hadn't had the chance to change yet and was hopping on one foot to the door to get her remaining heel off. By the time she successfully gotten the heel off, she was in view of the front door, though she was too busy celebrating her victory to realize that Jason was there until it was too late.
The dinner she'd been at had been a formal event, and her attire definitely reflected that. A long, bluish-grey off the shoulder dress swished across the tile floor, patterened with silver stars and graceful silver hoop earrings in her ears. Her black hair was pulled up in an elegant bun with a few pieces left out to frame her face. She looked, according to Amara, very stunning.
As Addilyn's eyes met Jason's, she released a surprised, "Jason?" and dropped the shoes she'd been holding. Amara had smoothly moved out of the doorway and grinned as the two spotted each other.
Ah, young love.