I Am Crazy Happy

Spending time with Ken last time did me good, and I want it to continue. I want to spend a lot more time with him every day to understand ​​my feelings for him clearly.

I want to explore my strengths and weaknesses, whether in love or friendship. I want to be sure that I want to do everything to keep him. This feeling that invaded me when I saw him with his mother was new.

I'm a new person, and I feel it. I'm like a caterpillar about to turn into a butterfly. How is that possible? I also feel like I'm walking on hot coals. Sometimes I feel a bit lost with all these changes. Maybe Cody was right, and Ken is the key to my transformation.

I even started driving again, without fear or hesitation.

My mother called me by any interesting nickname that came into her head, like my kitten, my little mouse, or my little duckling. And many other equally disturbing names. Do you believe it?

I liked it when he called me "baby." It was the first time someone had called me by a nickname since you know who died.

She did the same with my father. Sometimes we looked at each other patiently, waiting for her to distinguish which one of us she wanted.

And at some point, I couldn't stand her sharing my nicknames with my dad anymore until I realized that dad wasn't a threat to me, but instead, we were on the same side. She was ours. We should share her between us. A time for each

Although I was a kid, I still remember everything like it was yesterday. It is this same feeling of well-being that Kenan's presence gives me.

I didn't expect him to hug me with all those around me so suddenly. He's not going to help my situation with this behavior.

And I should have thought that this woman could be his mother, but no, I had to dramatize, play dumb, and almost plunge headlong into my troubles in such a place with no one around who knew how to help me come back. I understand why Nodge advised me to go out; he wanted to ensure my progress. It is a test I must pass for the sake of our relationship and the Empire.

But why did I react like this exactly?

I must be starting to lose my mind for real this time. I have to get this situation straight without wasting time. If it continues, I will have to keep him at my place no matter what.

But have you gone crazy? Quincy, what are these ideas? I must be losing my mind; I'm not going to kidnap him, for god's sake. I have to stop thinking. I have to change my mind. Music? Yes, I need music.

Like I said earlier, I'm territorial. It was a joke Ethan made about possession once, which made me say it to Kenan too without thinking, and he got the meaning of it without me explaining it to him, as we had done for Jade, who wasn't following us at all.

But now I'm starting to think I really am. Can I be possessive without being in love with someone? Or at least, am I already in love with him?

Thoughts race through my mind as my gaze lingers on Ewen chatting with his mother. Do I love him for real? So it's not just his mannerisms, mesmerizing eyes, and pretty mouth that attract me, right?

I approached them slowly like I didn't want to scare them, and today I'm aware that I don't make noise while walking. I have to try to change that when Ken is around; otherwise, I will end up killing him.

My eyes still riveted on him without taking them off for a fraction of a second, wholly fascinated by this creature dressed in black.

I must say that black suits him very well. He attracted me like a magnet. Unable to deviate from the trajectory that led me to him, I was possessed.

And without knowing how, I find myself kissing Ewen in front of his mother's wide-open eyes. When I came to my mind, it was too late, and I couldn't decipher the expression I read on her mother's face. I couldn't tell if she was horrified or ecstatic. Sure, Ewen was mortified, and that's when I realized what I did.

" Mrs. Schröder, please excuse my behavior. Kenan, I..."

Without being able to finish my sentence, I remained petrified and frozen, looking at him with a lump in my throat. What right do I have to kiss him with so many spectators and, worse, under his mother's gaze?

But what the hell have you done, Quincy? Are you letting your hormones rule you now? I heard myself scolding my smart ass mentally.

They both just stared at me, stunned. I feel like some kind of alien right now.

I look at them in turn with a bit of embarrassment. Kenan, mortified, stunned, and shocked, still can't get over the fact that I kissed him in front of his mother and in a crowded public place.

Finally, I told them, " Sorry, I have to go." I still can't believe my actions. I have to leave them.

I was about to turn on my heels to get away from them, even more embarrassed, not because I kissed him in front of his mom or in a public place, but because he didn't kiss me back and my recklessness. I never act on a whim, but ever since I crossed paths with Kenan, that's all I've done.

To quote the first time I kissed him, the time I kidnapped him to bring him to my house, and now this. He must be in shock in each case.

I can even say this boy is not suitable for my health. I have the impression of leaving one state to enter another more demented than the first.

As I was about to flee, I heard a chuckle that made me pause, and I turned to face Kenan's mother, her tear-filled eyes shining brightly...

After that kiss, he didn't even return. "Where are you going?" She asked, "Are you going to leave him there?"

" Mom now is not the time; leave him alone," Ewen snapped out of his torpor.

" How can I leave him alone when he just kissed my son in front of me?"

" Mrs. Schröder, I'm really sorry. I don't know what got into me. I meant no disrespect to you or your son... I..." I stuttered like a fool, trying to find the right word to explain my actions.

"Believe me, Aim, I didn't take it that way," she said, taking a step in my direction. She grabbed Kenan's hand as she passed and placed it in mine.

"My son is in your hands, my boy," she said with infinite sweetness while bringing her hand to my cheek. And strangely, I made no move to stop her or to back away.

Instead, I found myself approaching her while adjusting to her size. I closed my eyes, letting her caress my cheek tenderly. Tell me I am not crazy.

I feel like I'm coming home after an eternity. I want to hug her, just like I've dreamed so many times of embracing my mother as she did so often to me.

She smiled and pinched me tenderly.

"You're a big kitten; you're more scary than bad."

"He's scary when he wants to be," added Ewen.

"When was I? I asked him, opening my eyes.

" Do you really want me to tell my mother?"

"Uh, no, I'd prefer you keep it to yourself." I know he must be talking about his visit to my house. My eyes have some scary contrast. I admit that sometimes I am shocked at how they change color with my mood. It's complicated and upsetting.

Cody often teases me about it and calls me the chameleon. The chromophobia of my eyes acts like those found in the chameleon, but instead of finding yellow and brown shades, I have a variety of blue shades that unravel under the gaze of others.

They both laughed, and his mother examined us from head to toe, and that's how we realized that we were still holding hands since she gave me Kenan's.

The latter blushed and hid his head in my chest. I wanted to lift his chin to look at him, but under his mother's amused and curious gaze, I resisted until I felt my limbs quiver. I like it when he blushes; it makes me feel good. It's downright insane.

Instead, I ran a hand over his back, which made him flinch against me in turn, and a second later, I found myself dragging him down the hall and throwing those words over my shoulder at his mother.

"I will be delighted to meet you in better circumstances next time, Mrs. Schröder."

" I'll be happy too, Aim! "Have fun and be careful," she shouted back.

"See you, mom, get back home safely!"

"See you, darling," she replied to her son.

*******

I've never been happier than I am today. It's been decades since I felt this feeling of fulfillment.

The way this boy looks at my son is exhilarating. It's as if he admires a work of indescribable value. My boy deserves it. He's priceless.

If only Zack had known what he wanted regardless of his sister's and my husband's expectations, maybe today he would be the boy Wen went to happiness with.

But does Wen see him that way? Although he always acts on a whim when it comes to Zack, he takes his side in front of his family, causing him to react to his mother's onslaught of abusive behavior. He is, for Zack, a refuge, a shield. They protect each other.

But deep down, I understand Zack, while doing what Robin expected of our son, avoided him paying too much attention to Wen. He played two games: my son's caring and loving friend and Robin's desired son.

At the same time, I pity the poor thing. He needs to learn to care more about himself and play fair with himself. Look how my little bunny is blushing today under the intense hot gaze of this demigod. hehehe...

From what I saw today, I really don't need to worry about my son's relationship this time. I feel that he will be happier than me at home.

Luckily, I got him. His happiness will also be mine, and that's enough!

And the little rascal hid from me that his friend was an Apollo. He couldn't even take two steps without attracting attention to himself.

I was almost ashamed to have had these unhealthy thoughts when I saw him enter the jewelry store. And it's not my fault; he's handsome and hot even though he's a kid.

How could someone so handsome and refined not pay attention to the people around him? At least I'm reassured on this point; he just does what he has to do without getting distracted.

So he'll only have eyes for my son with that sexy hot look.

I will have to stop dressing like a high school girl when I go out with Ewen. I don't need to draw attention to us anymore. He has a companion who looks pretty possessive towards him and admires him a lot too, and that's enough.

Suddenly, I feel lighter and more able to splurge. I'm in a state to shop now. Let the day begin for me. With a light step and whistling, I head for the jewelry store where I left my purchases. I will choose other pieces that I have found interesting.

"Poor my husband!" I heard myself say out loud before letting out a sigh and putting myself back in the state of mind that the youngsters had left me a short time ago.