A Skype Mistake ❤

A Toast To Us ❤

Chapter title: A Toast To Us ❤

Two weeks later:

Angelina's POV:

It's been two weeks since me and Xander's first date and since then we been talking on the phone every night. He is a lovely guy and I was beginning to fall hard for him. He mentioned that he is moving out of his Mums house this week and would love me to take a drive with him on his final day to move the last of his stuff. He says the drive there is a couple of hours and would love the company. I agreed thinking it would be nice to see him again and hey maybe we would stop and grab some food or something. 

In terms of jobs I have had two unsuccessful interviews for admin work but after talking to Lulu I was staying positive.

Since doing an intense workout I am sprawled out on the sofa in my gym top and leggings. The doorbell rings and I get up to answer. Who could that be?

I stroll to the door and open it a little. Before me I see a bunch of red roses. I widen the door smiling awkwardly at the delivery guy.

"These are for a Angelina." He tells me.

Along with the roses is a small black and gold gift box.

"Oh well I didn't expect this." I giggle shyly taking the flowers and box from his hands. I carry them to a nearby table and then quickly sign the delivery off. Closing in the front door, I stare at the gift before me. So they must be from Xander, unless I had another secret admirer. I pick out the white card sitting nicely in the roses. I nervously open it reading it at quick speed.

'I hope you like roses Angy, I saw them and thought of you, oh and I can't wait to meet again before I move into my new place, Xander'

I smile widely holding the card to my chest, he was being such a sweet heart. But wait... hold on, how did he get my home address. I slip the card into my bra as I quickly think if I have given him my address in the last two weeks.. and then I remember he asked for it so he could pick me up when we take that upcoming drive. I breath in relief that Xander was not a crazy stalker and pick up the gift box. It was light in weight, could be anything really, I had no clue. Opening it slowly, I glance over the diamond pendant before me. I gasp to myself touching the real silver beauty. This must of cost Xander tons. I could not accept this. I rush to my phone to message him.

'Hey Xander, just received your gifts and I cant thank you enough. They are both lovely, but no, I cant accept the pendant. It looks super expensive, no one has ever given me such a thing. When we meet this weekend, please accept it back xxx'

I press send on the sms then retreat back to the table to stare at the pendant again. It was so beautiful but no it was too nice to accept. Biting my lip in thought, I realise a way I can partly return his gesture I would go to the nearest shopping centre tomorrow and buy him a house warming gift. I'm sure I could find something special for him. Snapping out my thoughts I proceed to the kitchen to put my roses in a vase.

Xander's POV:

It was all set up, petrol tank full for the ride, snacks and enough spotify playlists to last us the trip.  The white moving van had taken a majority of my stuff over to the house so I only had a few boxes to take. 

My mum was content with me leaving and was willing to take on the FRANK treatment. Of course I would still keep a firm eye on her and visit at least once or twice a fortnight. But the best thing of all was Angelina was more mine then ever. I mean my surprise gift went down well, so well that she didn't want to accept the £200 pound pendant. It was the first thing I brought with the money Mum had given me. There was no way I'd accept it back from Angy. I had texted her back since assuring her it was nothing really and I really wanted her to keep it, she deserved it.

As tonight was my last night at home, I decided I would spend it with Mum of course. Juicey Lucy was not getting my body or money this Friday.

The way tonight would go is me and mum would go for dinner down town then she would drink herself silly at the bar of the restaurant. Whilst I watched all the sexy girls walk by me. Sounded perfect.

Smoothing down my best suit, I glance at my self one last time in the mirror before leaving my bedroom. 

As I stroll down the flight of stairs, I can hear soft jazz music playing from the sitting room. I hum to the song following the sound. I spot mum in the corner where the computer desk is, she is bent down staring at the computer screen scrolling the spotify playlist. She is dressed in a pleasant black and white block dress and wearing black wedges to match. I glance at the coffee table and sigh at the opened vodka bottle. I thought mum would at least wait till we were at the bar. Mum turns around to me then stumbles back in surprise at the sight of me.

"Why are you just standing there staring?". She asks, walking slow up to the coffee table.

"How many drinks did Dr Lewis set for this week?".

"He said one after dinner why?."

"And have you had just the one?."

"I have yes."

Mum unscrews the vodka and pours a shot worth in her glass.

"Let's make a toast."

She grabs another glass out the cabinet and brings it over.

"Shot or drink?." She asks me. I sigh shrugging.

"Make it a shot." I say.

"That's my boy." She says happily.

I stroll over to her and take the poured shot out her hand.

"So here's a toast to.." My mum begins.

"I'll do the honors Mum." I interrupt.

"Sure."

"Here's a toast to long lives for us both, happy and joyful days, to health, wealth and love and to never forget one and other, even if our paths go different ways."

Mum nods strongly and backs her shot. She then slams down her glass causing the table to rattle.

"What a nice toast my boy, now come give me some sugar."

I grimace, before chugging down my shot.

"I've not given you sugar in years and I will not start now." I say putting down my glass.

"Cmon let's go." I say walking hurriedly out the living room.

"Don't be mean to your mum." She calls after me.

"Oh please." I chuckle.

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Author's note: What a nice toast, touched my heart, tune in for the next chapters < 33