Cara: LunchMature

"Mum, seriously, I do not want to talk about it."

"But you don't understand what I mean."

"I think the words 'I don't think you should be going on holiday with Sam' and 'at least be with Anna' are pretty much self explanitary. What you don't understand is that you're wrong and you can't do anything about it."

"Cara, do not talk to me like that. If this is what Sam is doing to your attitude..."

"...My attitude has got nothing to do with Sam. It's to do with you."


"No mum. Stop." She surprised me by doing what I said, and standing stock still. "Look," I started, exhausted with all the arguing. "Please just let me be happy. I know you don't see how I can be, but I am, so can you just leave it?"

"Are you truly happy?"

"Yes mum. I am."

"Well alright then." She shrugged. "I guess I have to let you make your own decisions. But I don't feel comfortable with this."

"I know." I replied sadly and looked down.

"Come on. Let's go and do some shopping before lunch."

"Ok." I agreed, glad to let this one go. "I have to buy a new pair of shoes anyway."

"Well I can help with that. Let me buy them, it can be part of your birthday present."

God, I'd completely forgotten about my birthday.

"Mum, my birthday is three weeks away."

"Well you might as well have them for your holiday."

"Ok, thank you." I smiled. We headed out to find some shoes, and I silently crossed my fingers that my mum would grow to like Sam over lunch.


"So what do you do Mrs Gramms?"

"I work in a school."

"Really? What age range?"


"Is it as bad as they say?"

"Sometimes!" My mum laughed and I grinned. She was starting to like Sam- thank goodness!

"So what did you two get up to then?" Sam asked, passing my mum the tea pot.

"We went shopping," I replied while my mum poured herself a drink, "And I've got new shoes for our holiday."

"For your birthday." My mum added. 

"That's right, three weeks away isn't it?" Sam asked, smiling at me.


"Have you gotten Cara anything Sam?" My mum asked.

"I have part of her present already, yes." Sam smiled cheekily once more at me, and I frowned.

"What did you do?" I asked nervous.

"Nothing." She grinned innocently.

My mum looked between the two of us and chuckled.

"Well, whatever it is, I hope you didn't spend too much."

"Cara would no doubt kill me if I did. No, I kept a budget, but I'm not telling her what it is."

"Alright then. And when's your birthday Sam?"

"Not long after Cara's. On the first of August."

"Any plans?"

"Not as yet. But I've stopped celebrating really. Twenty five will be the next big one."

"Not long to wait then." My mum added.

"No, not long. But then, I think I'll wait until I'm older before I start being concerned about birthdays."

We finished lunch and my mum took the check, refusing to let Sam do it. I took this as a good sign. As we left, Sam kissed me gently on the cheek.

"Well Mrs Gramms, I suppose I won't be seeing you before we go away again, so it's been a pleasure. I hope we get lots of chances to get to know each other better in the future."

"I'm sure we will." My mum said and nodded at her.

"Well I'd better get back. See you at home Cara." I gave her a hug and whispered goodbye to her, and we parted ways.

"What now?" My mum asked.

"Better go see Anna again I suppose, before you go. I didn't even say goodbye."

The End

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