The Sight (bxb)

Chapter 95 - Friday

On Wednesday, when Evan came home from school, his parents asked him again how school was, but there was no mention of the trip. He didn't address it, figuring they needed more time.

Thursday morning he left for the bus at the same time his mom left for work, but not a word on the subject came up at breakfast either. When Evan arrived home that day, he was sure he would be bombarded with questions and probably an argument as his parents would firmly tell him that he couldn't go anywhere, but it didn't happen. They acted their usual way as they did on regular days, and there was no indication that they were making a difficult decision. Despite his best judgement, Evan decided not to address the situation until they were the first ones to do so.

And so Friday morning came and Evan still didn't have a clear answer. What he did know though was that he had to turn in his permission slip to the school today, and he had absolutely no idea who even had it on them.

Apparently, he was about to find out, though, as both his parents were waiting for him in the kitchen that morning. They both looked neutral and sipped from their coffee, as they did every morning, so there was no clue to his verdict.

"Good morning," he greeted them, trying to look casual as well.

"Good morning, son," his father greeted him back first, looking up at him for a moment.

"Good morning," his mother spoke, setting a cup of coffee in front of him. "Thank you."

"I have to admit, I never thought patience was your strong suit," his mom spoke again as he sat down at the table. He looked up at her in confusion and she smiled at him, reinforcing his incomprehension.

"Right?" his dad joined in, suddenly sounding amused.

"Am I missing something?" He couldn't resist anymore and asked.

"Your permission slip," his mom replied, and he lifted his head sharply towards her, bringing an amused smile to her face.

"What?" he asked like an idiot, causing both his parents to laugh.

"Here." His mom pulled a folded piece of paper out of her robe pocket and handed it to him. Evan took it from her and both parents waited impatiently for him to open it, not taking their eyes off him.

Evan understood why the moment his eyes fell on the bottom part.

"Are you serious?" He jumped out of his chair involuntarily.

"I'm pretty sure the words you're looking for are thank you." His father grinned at him, and Evan was quickly infected by his smile.

"You're the best. Thank you."

...

"We're going to New York! We're going to New York!" The four of them had their celebratory dance right outside the school, not caring about the attention they were drawing to themselves.

"I can't believe they let you go." Lola was smiling broadly, and she almost seemed happier about it than Evan himself.

"Me neither," he assured her, glancing down again at the paper in his hand, which he hadn't put down since his mom had given it to him. It was just too good to be true.

"I wasn't worried for a second, roomie," Aiden grinned at him. No one had any idea yet how many people would be in the room together, but they knew that no matter what happened, the girls would be together and Evan and Aiden would be too. Arranging that was definitely easier than convincing Evan's parents and that was sorted.

"I was worried. I was ready to march into your house with a speech if they were against it," Angie assured him.

"Me too and I don't even know where you live," Lola agreed, making Evan laugh.