Writing Challenge Post.

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“How long have you been in love with my son?”

She was left with her mouth hanging open, unable to form words in attempt to answer the question. “I… I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

Mrs. Anderson laughed warmly. “You may be able to fool my son, Annabelle, but you can’t fool me. I see the way that you look at him when you think no one is watching.”

A slight pink crossed Annabelle’s cheeks and she turned her head in hopes to conceal the change.

“So…?” Mrs. Anderson began again. “I know that you two have been friends a long time, had your rough patches.” She tilted her head slightly to meet Annabelle’s eyes. “When I think about it, you’ve probably been the steadiest person in his life. You’ve been more of an influence in his life than I have been at times.”

“Mrs. Anderson, it isn’t - -“

She held up her hand, silencing Annabelle midsentence. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. Quite the contrary, in fact.” She paused for a moment. “You’ve been good for him. Good to him.”

“Entering the room!” a masculine voice announced from the hall, and a second later he came into view, a grin spread across his face. “Can we please stop talking about me now?”

His mother playfully smacked his head as he threw himself down on the couch next to Annabelle. “Well at least now I know you really were talking about me,” he said with a smirk. “Anything good I need to be let in on?”

Mrs. Anderson shook her head. “You two kids have fun,” she said as she got up to leave the room. In the doorway she paused for a moment though, turning her head back to the two. “And Annabelle, don’t wait too long to tell him, okay?” She gave her a small smile, and continued down the hallway.

"What was that about?” he asked, turning his head to Annabelle.

Her reply was a smile as she linked her arm with his. “Girl stuff,” she answered. “Nothing you would be interested in.”