Post by Ami Mizuno on Nov 16, 2006 21:28:52 GMT -5
Ami was studying at the kitchen table, trying to ignore her mother’s gaze from across the room. It had been a couple days since that disastrous (or at least in her opinion) meeting between Nephrite and her mother. She’d been trying her hardest to avoid the upcoming fight with her mother, putting it off for as long as she could and sooner or later she and her mother were going to start butting head. Ami hoped it was sooner rather than later.
“Please set the table, Ami,” her mother said with a look that meant that they needed to talk. Ami glanced up from her calculus book and merely nodded. Relieved that finally they were going to talk. However, half an hour later, Ami was pushing a few grains of rice around her plate and waiting for her mother to bring up what she really wanted to talk about. They had already gone through the usual routine of talking about school, work, and plans for the future. Ami wasn’t even really sure what she wanted to talk about, but the wait was killing her. She knew her mother didn’t care for Nephrite, the meeting between the two of them had proven that much, but Ami had been surprised that Nephrite had stayed more or less civil. It seemed to be her mother who had jumped to conclusions and made a whole scene.
Finally growing impatient with the silence that seemed to have taken over her mother she pushed her plate away and started at her. Finally her mother spoke up. “Ami, sweetie, I think we need to have a talk about your….friend,” Ami’s mother began.
“Nephrite?” Ami gave her mother a questioning glance, already not wanting to have this conversation, knowing it was going to end bad. Her mother nodded, but continued pressing onwards, not sensing her daughter’s set attitude. “Yes, Nephrite. Where did you say you met him?”
“At karaoke mother. He works there with Motoki.” Ami’s response was almost automated. She really wasn’t about to let her mother change her mood on Nephrite, not when so many past years where behind her.
“I see. How old is he, Ami?” Her mother asked again, wanting to know more.
“I don’t know,” Ami lied, not really able to tell her mother just exactly how old Nephrite was. “Why?” Ami however could see the wheels turning in her mother’s head. That was never a good sign.
“Ami, I don’t know anything about this boy and what I do know doesn’t impress me much. What are his intentions?” Ami was shocked speechless. How could she think that? “Mother! Nephrite is a good person.” Ami was suddenly growing defensive, and Mrs. Mizuno wouldn’t settle for that. She put her foot down, expecting Ami to back down like she always did. “You can’t date him, Ami. You will be graduating from high school in a year or so and I don’t want you getting distracted because of some boy.” Ami shook her head not letting her mother get the wrong idea.
“He’s not just some boy. I trust him; that should mean something.” Mrs. Mizuno had no real response for Ami but she’d heard enough. Slowly she stood up from the table.
“Just because you can’t understand it, doesn’t mean it’s going to hurt me.” Without another word, she left the condo willing her tears to not fall.
“Please set the table, Ami,” her mother said with a look that meant that they needed to talk. Ami glanced up from her calculus book and merely nodded. Relieved that finally they were going to talk. However, half an hour later, Ami was pushing a few grains of rice around her plate and waiting for her mother to bring up what she really wanted to talk about. They had already gone through the usual routine of talking about school, work, and plans for the future. Ami wasn’t even really sure what she wanted to talk about, but the wait was killing her. She knew her mother didn’t care for Nephrite, the meeting between the two of them had proven that much, but Ami had been surprised that Nephrite had stayed more or less civil. It seemed to be her mother who had jumped to conclusions and made a whole scene.
Finally growing impatient with the silence that seemed to have taken over her mother she pushed her plate away and started at her. Finally her mother spoke up. “Ami, sweetie, I think we need to have a talk about your….friend,” Ami’s mother began.
“Nephrite?” Ami gave her mother a questioning glance, already not wanting to have this conversation, knowing it was going to end bad. Her mother nodded, but continued pressing onwards, not sensing her daughter’s set attitude. “Yes, Nephrite. Where did you say you met him?”
“At karaoke mother. He works there with Motoki.” Ami’s response was almost automated. She really wasn’t about to let her mother change her mood on Nephrite, not when so many past years where behind her.
“I see. How old is he, Ami?” Her mother asked again, wanting to know more.
“I don’t know,” Ami lied, not really able to tell her mother just exactly how old Nephrite was. “Why?” Ami however could see the wheels turning in her mother’s head. That was never a good sign.
“Ami, I don’t know anything about this boy and what I do know doesn’t impress me much. What are his intentions?” Ami was shocked speechless. How could she think that? “Mother! Nephrite is a good person.” Ami was suddenly growing defensive, and Mrs. Mizuno wouldn’t settle for that. She put her foot down, expecting Ami to back down like she always did. “You can’t date him, Ami. You will be graduating from high school in a year or so and I don’t want you getting distracted because of some boy.” Ami shook her head not letting her mother get the wrong idea.
“He’s not just some boy. I trust him; that should mean something.” Mrs. Mizuno had no real response for Ami but she’d heard enough. Slowly she stood up from the table.
“Just because you can’t understand it, doesn’t mean it’s going to hurt me.” Without another word, she left the condo willing her tears to not fall.