“Alright, well, I hate seeing two of my friends so miserable, but I'll stop meddling,” he promised. “I'll pop by with some dinner later.”
I chuckled.
“I thought you said you were done meddling!” I shouted after him as he walked away.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, shutting the door behind him. And just like that, I was left to my depressing thoughts again.
Groaning, I collapsed across the couch, looking up at the ceiling.
My phone rang and I picked it up, answering without checking the name first. Big mistake because it was my mother.
“Kamran-joon,” she said at once. “How are you? How is your apartment?”
“Small,” I admitted.
“Hm.” She sounded perturbed. She and my father both had been since I’d announced the breakup. Apparently they thought my big news was that me and Melissa were having a baby. So, yeah. That visit had gone well.
“I’m going to bring you dinner,” she said.
“No,” I argued at once. If she saw this place she was going to go on a shopping spree and fill it up for me but this time I wanted to do it myself. I was trying to be self-sufficient for once. “I’m still setting up and Ollie is bringing me dinner.”
“I’ll make enough for him too,” she argued. “What does he like? How about Tahchin?”
I opened my mouth to argue, but actually, that sounded good. It had been ages since I’d had my mom’s cooking.
“Okay,” I sighed.
“Tell Ryan to come. He loves my food.”
Before I could even think of an excuse I heard my dad in the background, thinking he was whispering.
“Ask him if he’s still gay,” he said.
My mother hushed him and I rolled my eyes, smiling.
Yeah, I had let it all out when I told them about the divorce. How could I not? They had wanted to know the reason. Even though it had been unexpectedly scary to say it, once I had, it felt good.
They’d been understandably shocked and my dad had asked multiple times if I was sure, but aside from that, they had been alright.
“Yes, I’m still gay,” I said loudly.
“Okay, okay,” my dad answered and I realized that I was on speaker.
I sighed.
“You may as well come over tonight too,” I told him. “We can have a family dinner.”
“Oh, good idea!” my mom squealed. “Okay, bye, I have to start cooking.”
“Bring cutlery!” I shouted as the line died, not sure if they’d heard.
I shook my head.
I should invite Dave too. We could all break in my new place together.
It was a shame that Ryan couldn’t come. He was so stubborn. And so ridiculous. I was just here, thinking about him when we could be together.
Everything that had happened was still sinking in. Not just with Ryan's decision to end things… unless I came back to him? I was still a bit unclear on what he wanted from me.
