A Skype Mistake ❤

Keep playing along ❤

Chapter title: Keep playing along ❤

Still in Angelina's POV:

"I am playing along." I reply.

I stick my fork in my food and pick up a piece of marinated chicken.

I offer it to Xander, pushing the fork in front of his mouth. He quickly opens his mouth and takes the chicken piece.

"Yeah, feed me like that when my mum comes back." He says excitedly. As if he had wish he had thought of the whole feeding each other idea himself.

I nod in agreement and sit back and relax. I stare at a show on the TV blankly. I miss TV, laptops, chilling on the sofa. All the normal life things.
I will let Xander touch me, feed me, whatever it takes. As I had a plan and I need to be alive and well in order to get out of here.

Xander's POV:

Dinner came by and went by okay. It could have been better. It could have been superb if Angelina had played along from the get go and my mum was not been so suspicious and nosy.

I watch Angelina closely as she talks to my mum about her childhood and education. My mum seems interested enough and follows Angy's every word with a follow up question. It is as if Angelina is in custody and is being interrogated.
When did mum become so perceptive?

"So Angelina, which college did you go to?".

I gulp realising something major about this question. College is the very place I first laid eyes on Angelina. In the hallway between first period and second. I was the shaggy haired loner that no one noticed or cared about. She was the somewhat popular beauty that longed for male attention and to be loved but yet didn't make it apparent that she wanted that. She was perfect then and is still perfect.

I had to divert the subject as subtly as I could.

Considering mum had decided to start drinking alcohol after dinner - insisting that she is allowed one bottle a week as a treat during her treatment, I decide this would be a great cover up.

"Sorry to interrupt you two but I have a bottle of champagne that I been saving and think tonight would be a good time to pop it." I say as I stand up.
I look down at Angy who does not seem to notice the subject change then gaze back to my mum.
My mum smiles warmly and nods.

"I would love a glass son."

Phew.

She has really warmed up and seems less suspicious of everything which helps.

"I will have one too. Oh and is there dessert hun?" Angy asks as she grabs hold of my hand. I tense up but then relax immediately. 
This whole touchy feely act she is playing is getting me a little more excited then I expected.
It is as if we are really a couple, which is what I want more then life itself.

"Yeah there is dessert." I reply in breaths.

"Oh good thinking Angelina, I will take some too." Mum says quickly.

I nod to them both then start to make my way out the room. I glance back at Angy.

Shall I really leave her alone with my mum? It is a massive risk and I just cannot risk it with the evening going so well.

"Angy." I call.

She turns to me half smiling.

"Can you help me in the kitchen please?".

"I will." My mum shrieks, slowly standing up.

"Thank you." I say through gritted teeth. 
Trust mum to spoil my plan of getting Angy in the kitchen with me. She is such a nuisance sometimes.

I trail to the kitchen, my mum following close behind.
When we reach inside, my mum closes the door in behind us.
I take a deep breath.
Either a lecture or a harsh telling off was about to commence.
I let the silence linger as I approach a cupboard and pull out the bottle of champagne. I pop it without any fuss, watching how the bubbles rise to the top then slowly fade away.

"So are you going to tell me what's going on or do I have to keep asking you over and over." Mum growls.

"You have not asked me over and over Mum. Do not exaggerate." I reply.

I pour the champagne in one glass at a time. Making sure my glass has the most.

"I messaged you." She growls back, storming over to me.

"Well, I haven't looked at my phone." I lie ignoring her presence close behind me.

I put the bottle aside and grab the banoffee pie from the fridge.

"Is she for real Xander or another prostitute." My mum half yells.

I turn to her, complete shock taking over me.

"Keep your voice down mamma." I groan.

I will not let Mum spoil this for me. No one will.

"She's the one. I love her." I say boldly.

"I want to believe you son but she's so..."

I sigh and grab a knife from the bottom of a cupboard behind a pile of kitchen stuff. Where I had attempted to hid the knives from Angelina. I start to cut up the pie and plate it up.

"She's so beautiful. Yeah and so what." I respond.

"Yes and out of your league Son. Honestly. She seems so fake."

I feel anger building up in my veins but I shake it off.

"She's perfect and we're in love. Just be happy for us." I bite back.

My mum shrugs and starts to leave the kitchen.
I grab a tray and place the three drinks on top. I then push the dessert plates beside the drinks.

"Son." My mum whimpers.

I turn to her, tray in hand.

"Yes." I say.

"Whatever your up to, be careful." She tells me then rushes through the door.

I nod my hair dismissively. Mum has to stop worrying about me. I am a grown man now.
She should really keep herself out of my business now that I have moved out and moved on from my previous dead end life at home with her.

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