I Don’t Want To Be A Wife!

Another Girlfriend

After Nicholas got home, his mother sat him down and asked him about his relationship with Layla’s brother, he nervously responded with nothing more than knowing each other, she stared at him for a few minutes before she told him, he could go, he got up to his room and almost tripped on his shoelace, which worried his mother worst, he knew her son would only get clumsy when he was nervous or lying.

“Is it possible…….” Mrs. Senou was starting to get suspicious of Nicholas and Layla’s relationship, were they just friends or more?

She looked at the rings she bought and thought about what she saw earlier, and how her son reacted, could it be that he liked Layla’s brother and was trying to get closer to him by being Layla’s boyfriend? No! That can’t be possible, she raised her son right and he would never use a girl like that, there was just a logical explanation to what was going on.

While his mother was starting to doubt the fact that her son had a girlfriend, her son was texting that said girlfriend and celebrating with her, his mother’s doubt about their relationship.

“But if she does start to believe I like or I am going out with your brother, she won’t let me hang out with you.” Nicholas suddenly came to that realization, about too late if I may add, and sat down to process what would happen if his mother stopped him from meeting Layla; he would probably get depressed because of how lonely he would get, that happened before and there was no guarantee that I won’t happen again.

“Oh, I forgot about that,” Layla said in a quiet voice, as her excitement died down and was replaced by the sadness of might happen to her friendship with Nicholas.

They both started to think of a way to redeem themselves and to make it less believable that they were dating when they weren’t, without having to sacrifice their relationship.

“We should get you a girlfriend, a real one.” Layla suggested and after a few moments of quietness from Nicholas’s side, he finally said two words, actually three, no four.

“Who would date me?” Nicholas asked in a bit of a mocking tone, not believing that anyone would want to date him, not because of his appearance, he wasn’t bad looking, he got a lot of his features from his mom and she was a beautiful woman, it was more of his personality and his situation, no girl would want a guy who worked three jobs and didn’t have time for her.

“Plenty of girls but most girls like to spend a lot of time with their boyfriend and because of your schedule, that may cause a problem.” Layla knew how much girls valued their time with their boyfriends, that’s what she overheard from her classmates, one of the reasons, many couples broke up in their class was because they didn’t communicate well with each other or didn’t have the time to do so.

“Yeah, I barely got time to hang out with you and study for the classes and exams.” Nicholas didn’t have time to breathe sometimes, he was trying to keep up with his life all this time, to keep himself alive and pay for his tuition, food, and anything that he could pay for by himself and not make his parents do that.

He didn’t want to be a burden on his parents, his dad would work for months and fail to come back home, because he was paying for the house and his mother’s hospital fees, for cancer treatment, that her parents refused to pay for because she signed her life off when she married his dad; they still give her black credit card but that money would be regulated by them, if they see any purchase that they didn’t like, they would ask her to return the money immediately, so she would only use it in extreme cases or for things related to Nicholas, like the rings she just bought a few hours ago, which got her a call from her older brother, asking her about it but that’s a talk for another time, let’s get back to what we were talking about, what was it? Oh yeah, Nicholas’s jobs.

“How about you get one job that’s equal to all of three of the jobs you have?” Layla came up with an absurd idea that would only work in a reality created by an author, who never had a job and haven’t even reached eighteen years old, like the one writing right now.

“What kind of job?” Nicholas asked, hoping that maybe this could work, even though it sounded like a dream more than a reality.

“What are your skills?” To know what kind of job he can have, he needed to have a set of skills that would make him useful in a field, but Nicholas didn’t have that.

“Studying?” Was the only that Nicholas could come up with because that was everything he did when he wasn’t working.

“Tutoring doesn’t pay that much and takes a lot of effort, anything else?” Layla

“No, I don’t have any hobbies to anything like that, I don’t have time for those.” Nicholas doesn’t even have time to brush his hair regularly; which he always found as an unfortunate thing because he does think if he styled his hair better, he would look more handsome.

“Well, let’s just think of something.” Layla closed her eyes and thought about Nicholas, and what kind of job he could have.

“Okay.” Nicholas tried to think of something too but he had no clue; ten minutes passed and finally, something came out of one of them (that sounds dirty) and it was Layla, who screamed: “You have a pretty face!”

“And?” Nicholas was confused, what does his face have to do with anything? People don’t get paid to just sit still and be pretty, well at least not the way he was thinking of.

The only way, he can think, he could use his face would be acting and he wasn’t good at that, he can’t even lie properly, let alone act.

But that wasn’t what Layla was thinking of, she was thinking of something that would take another talent, other than acting.

(Which one day was a joke about that that happened and you you were all right I guess you don’t want me too, I don’t want you to be here anymore I just want to know what about it and you you want to me you don’t have anything to do anymore and you you are just a a lot better, but now now you know what I mean by the end of the world.

It was good news but it wasn’t too much to worry about it, it just didn’t happen again so I am sorry, he was still asleep and when he he was sleeping on his bed he woke up and woke up with a headache and he couldn’t sleep well.)

Layla remembered that day, she apologized to a director for being a bad model and she still remembered the note her mother made her write.

Hello, I hope you are doing well

I just want to apologize for my behavior before, i was childish and frustrated with how things turned out but it was my fault because I rushed things and didn’t take proper procedures.

Thank you for helping me and bearing with me.

And that’s it, goodbye, hope you all the best.