An impossible love

“Enjoy your meal,” he said, while smiling at a customer. I wanted to scream, to jump up and down,
just to attract his attention. Of course I didn't, I just kept staring intensely at him. “Miss, I guess this
is your order?” Finally he did look at me, but not in the way I wanted him to. He just had this
business-like expression on his face, polite but emotionless. He lifted a white bag, which contents
were the things I had ordered. Unsteadily I got on my feet (that's what you get from staring so long
and nearly drooling at a guy) and walked over to the counter. “Thanks,” my voice shook. “Enjoy
your meal,” he said in response. I gritted my teeth and walked outside. This was the millionth time
I got here and he didn't even show any interest! I know, I know, I should use some more 'flirting
skills', but how do I get them if I've never had any boyfriends? Nor have I ever had any crushes, he
was the first boy I noticed- really noticed. I got my umbrella and opened it: it was pouring down
like crazy. With the bag in one hand and the umbrella in the other, I ran home.
I got the key out of my pocket and turned it in the lock. Shoot! It didn't open. “Mom! I'm home!I
yelled to my mom, who was very likely to be inside. “Oh dear! Wait a second! I'm almost done!”
My mom yelled back. I sighed. My mom was an artist and always painting. My dad had died two
years ago, from a heart attack, so my mom and I were the only left. I had always wished to have a
brother or a sister, just someone to share the biggest part of your life with. Although my best friend
Samira almost felt like a sister. I grinned, Samira really was the best friend you could ever wish for.
At first, I though that she was an ignorant blonde, the kind of girl who only thinks of three things:
boys, boys and oh, what's more to think of, boys. Whoops, I meant four: her appearance. And, how
cliché, at first she thought that I was a boring girl, always reading books and having the highest
marks of the class. Occasionally we had to work together on a school project, and, although I really
didn't want to work with her, it turned out we had pretty much things in common and got along
very well. That was the start of our friendship, and we told each other everything ever since. There
was only one thing I hadn't told her yet: my crush on the guy from the pastry shop. I heard someone
stumbling on the stairs and knew it had to be mom: no one ever was so clumsy as my dear mom. I
laughed silently and waited till mom had opened the door. “Hey Crystal, you're finally home?” she
asked. “I wouldn't if I wasn't standing here, would I?” I asked sarcastically. “Ha-ha,” she stuck her
tongue out – mature much, you'd say, huh? “Oh! How sweet of you! You bought cupcakes!” Her
face lightened as I passed her the bag and I blushed. “Yeah... I passed the shop and thought you'd
like it if I'd buy some,” I explained halfheartedly. My mom laughed and said teasingly: “Oh, you
sure it isn't about someone who works there?” “Mom!” I flushed even more, I was probably bright
red about right now. “Don't worry, sweetie. I won't tease you anymore, I'm much too busy with
enjoying these,” she pointed to the white bag in her hand, “and probably too with my newest
painting...” She thought for a second. “Oh, have I already told you that I'm going to make a portrait
of someone? The museum where I'm exposing asked if I could make one portrait. They think it'd be
a nice difference, since I'm always painting more abstract things...She babbled on, so I asked:
“Erm, can I ask: from who are you going to make a portrait?” She looked puzzled as she said:
“Hadn't I told you yet?” “Nope, not yet,” I said, and immediately regretted it, when I saw the evil
gleam in my mother's eyes. An awful thought came to my mind. Oh no. You've got to be kidding
me. I shook my head. “No, mom. I'd really do anything for you, but that's the very one thing I
won't do. As I've said so many times before, I am not going to be in one of your paintings. That's
not meant as an insult, by the way,” I added, before she would get very angry. She sighed. “You
sure are going to be my model, I want you to,” she said in that lighthearted manner of her. I sighed
loudly in defeat and shrugged, just to annoy her a little. “Whatever you want, ma'am. I'm going
upstairs now,” I said and tried to walk past her. “Hey, wait a second!” My mom was still smiling,
although I didn't understand what had made her so happy. I turned half and raised one eyebrow.
“What?” “I haven't told you yet the most important thing...” she stated grinning. Both eyebrows
were risen now. “What?” “What's with the 'what?', Crys? I said that I hadn't told you the most
important thing yet,” she added teasingly. “Yeah, I got that. What's the most important thing, may I
ask?” “Well, yeah, I asked a boy too to come. He's the most handsome guy you've ever seen, so he's
perfect for the task,” she chuckled. I turned completely now and stared at her. “I thought you only
had to make one portrait? Why do you need two people? And,” I pointed to myself, “why exactly
do you need me? It's not that I'm really pretty or so...” My mom laughed her oh-so-famous-and-
probably-a-little-scary-too laugh, “You, my dear, are really pretty indeed. And have I said portrait?
Oh, that's my fault, I meant to say a painting of people, not a portrait. Or, you could call it a
portrait, but then it's with two people, something like that yeah...” My mom babbled on again. I
chuckled and wondered out loud “Who's that guy then?” “Oh, it's someone I met when I was
running an errand. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll like him. And that's probably for the better of you
both, since you're going to be, ahum, spending some time with him.” She smiled sweetly and then
looked at her watch. “Oh boy, I have to go now! I've got an appointment in five minutes and I still
need to change. You're going to be alright? I'm probably not home before midnight, I'm sorry,
honey.” She kissed my forehead – oh, how I hated that - and ran off. I chuckled and said loudly
with a sarcastic tone: “Oh, yes of course mom, I'll be alright. I'll just throw a party, invite some
people, get drunk, you know, the usual stuff. Nothing to worry about.” Mom laughed: “I knew I
could count on you, sweetie. Love ya!” She blew me a kiss, opened the door, walked through it and
then slammed it shut. “Ouch! My hair!” I heard her shout. I laughed silently at my mom, although
she was so clumsy sometimes, she was the best. I sighed and walked upstairs. My room was the
biggest in our house, that was because I needed it, according to mom. And probably because she
used all the other rooms for heaven knows what stuff. I opened the door, got in and closed it. Then,
I slumped down on my bed. It would be so nice if that guy who mom was talking about, would be
Dylan, the boy from the pastry shop.