My phone rang again. I reached over the bed and picked it up. "Yes?" I asked. "Hey, it's Mom." "Mom, I'll be home soon!" I said laughing. "Well, hurry. Grandpa's coming over for breakfast." She said, "He wants to see you." "Ah. Okay. I'll be right there." I said and hung up. "You gotta go?" He asked. I nodded smiling. "Maybe I can come back later." I said. "Okay." He said giving me a kiss. I got dressed again, and drove home. I hadn't seen my Grandpa in a while, so I was excited. When I got there breakfast was ready, and everyone was waiting on me. I was hoping to get to shower or something first. "Little Ally!" My grandpa said, holiding up his arms for a hug. I walked over and hugged him, taking the seat next to him. Christopher rolled his eyes. I just smiled. "Where were you?" Christopher asked. "None of you business." I said. "Did you stay at your dorm, honey?" Mom asked. "No." I said, "Um. . ." Why didn't I just say yes? I always had trouble lying to my parents. I never really had to before, because I didn't do things they wouldn't approve of. I decided to just tell them I had a boyfriend, since he was telling his family. I looked up and they were all staring at me. "Okay, so I have good news." I said smiling. "What is it?" Mom asked. "I have a boyfriend. I have for a little while. I just didn't know if it was going to work out so I wanted to be sure before I told you guys." I explained. My Mom got a huge smile on her face. "Sweetie, you could have told us." She said, "Are you going to bring him home so we can meet him?" "Uh. . ." I said giggling. "We'd love to meet him." Dad said. "Yeah, Ally." Christopher said. I glared at Christopher and he laughed. "Some time." I said. "Why not bring him for dinner next Sunday?" Mom asked. "Um. . ." I said, "I guess I can see if he is available." "Great!" Mom said excited. I just smiled. I started to feel very nervous, as if Alex were there meeting them at that moment. I knew they wouldn't quite aprove. I was hoping at least my mom would be supportive. "What is his name?" My mom asked. "Alex." I told her. Christopher kept looking at me. He always knew if I was trying to hide something. "What does this young man do?" My dad asked. I didn't know what to say. If I said he was a teacher, I was afraid my parents would flip out. "Oh, leave her alone!" My grandpa shouted. "She'll bring him over for dinner, you can grill them then." He said laughing. "I was just asking what he did for a living." Dad said. I started to think if it would actually be worse for them to find out in front of Alex. I thought about it for a second and realized I would rather them find out now, rather than when he was there. "He teachers Psychology." I said. "Oh, wow. Where?" Mom asked. Christopher started laughing. I hesitated. My heart started beating really fast. "He's off for the summer. I'm not exactly sure where he will be teaching next semester." I said. Dad gave me a strange look. "How old is he?" He asked. "He's thirty." I said. "Thirty?!" Mom asked laughing. "You can't be serious!" I giggled, "Nope. I'm totally serious." "So, you're dating a cradle robbing perv?" Christopher said laughing. "Shut up!" I shouted. "I'm sure he's a nice gentelmen." Grandpa said rubbing my back. Dad didn't say anything, but I could tell he wasn't very happy. "Honey, you couldn't possibly be in the same place with such a huge age difference." Mom said. "And why not? You always said I was mature for my age. It's only 9 years." I told her. "ONLY!" My dad said, starting to get angry. "He's a great guy, very brilliant. You just have to trust my judgement." I said. "I don't believe this." My mom said, resting her head in her hands. "What a perv. He just wants your young ass." Christopher said. "CHRIS! Go to your room!" My dad shouted. "What did I do? I'm not bone-" Chris started to say. "NOW!" Dad shouted. "I think you are all overreacting. I seem to remember being upset when my little girl brought home a certain young man." Grandpa said, looking at my mom and dad. "We're four years apart, Pop." Mom said. "I don't beleive this!" I shouted standing up. "Sit down." Mom said nicely. I sat back down. "Daddy, you'll like him." I said. "I want to meet him tomorrow." Mom said. She looked like she was trying her hardest to be supportive. "I guess I can arrange that." I said, "As long as Daddy can keep his cool." We all looked at him. "Well, I may not say much then." He said. "He'll be fine, sweetie." Mom said. "Can I finish eating?" Christopher said peaking into the kitchen. "Go to your room!" Mom shouted. "How stupid! I didn't do anything wrong!" Christopher shouted. "Do you want me to wip you, son?!" Dad yelled. "I'm going to wash that mouth out with soap if you don't go back to your room!" Mom screamed. I sighed loudly. "How old is he now?" Grandpa asked. "Seventeen, Pop." Mom said. "Where'd he learn to talk like that?" Grandpa asked. "Beats me." Mom said. We all looked at her. "What?" She asked. "Nothing." My dad said, trying to keep everything calm. I was so nervous about bringing Alex over. My dad Majored in Pysichology in college, so I knew he'd probably get along great with Alex if he gave him a chance. "How's work going dad?" I asked. "It's going. Things have been pretty crazy. They are closing down our sister company, so things have been interesting." He said. "Mom?" I asked. "I'm still just working part time at the child care center. Things have been good." She said. "I brought my grade point average back up to a 3.5!" I told them.
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My phone rang again. I reached over the bed and picked it up.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Hey, it's Mom."
"Mom, I'll be home soon!" I said laughing.
"Well, hurry. Grandpa's coming over for breakfast." She said, "He wants to see you."
"Ah. Okay. I'll be right there." I said and hung up.
"You gotta go?" He asked.
I nodded smiling. "Maybe I can come back later." I said.
"Okay." He said giving me a kiss.
I got dressed again, and drove home. I hadn't seen my Grandpa in a while, so I was excited. When I got there breakfast was ready, and everyone was waiting on me. I was hoping to get to shower or something first.
"Little Ally!" My grandpa said, holiding up his arms for a hug. I walked over and hugged him, taking the seat next to him.
Christopher rolled his eyes. I just smiled.
"Where were you?" Christopher asked.
"None of you business." I said.
"Did you stay at your dorm, honey?" Mom asked.
"No." I said, "Um. . ."
Why didn't I just say yes? I always had trouble lying to my parents. I never really had to before, because I didn't do things they wouldn't approve of. I decided to just tell them I had a boyfriend, since he was telling his family.
I looked up and they were all staring at me. "Okay, so I have good news." I said smiling.
"What is it?" Mom asked.
"I have a boyfriend. I have for a little while. I just didn't know if it was going to work out so I wanted to be sure before I told you guys." I explained.
My Mom got a huge smile on her face. "Sweetie, you could have told us." She said, "Are you going to bring him home so we can meet him?"
"Uh. . ." I said giggling.
"We'd love to meet him." Dad said.
"Yeah, Ally." Christopher said.
I glared at Christopher and he laughed.
"Some time." I said.
"Why not bring him for dinner next Sunday?" Mom asked.
"Um. . ." I said, "I guess I can see if he is available."
"Great!" Mom said excited.
I just smiled. I started to feel very nervous, as if Alex were there meeting them at that moment.
I knew they wouldn't quite aprove. I was hoping at least my mom would be supportive.
"What is his name?" My mom asked.
"Alex." I told her. Christopher kept looking at me. He always knew if I was trying to hide something.
"What does this young man do?" My dad asked. I didn't know what to say. If I said he was a teacher, I was afraid my parents would flip out.
"Oh, leave her alone!" My grandpa shouted. "She'll bring him over for dinner, you can grill them then." He said laughing.
"I was just asking what he did for a living." Dad said.
I started to think if it would actually be worse for them to find out in front of Alex. I thought about it for a second and realized I would rather them find out now, rather than when he was there.
"He teachers Psychology." I said.
"Oh, wow. Where?" Mom asked.
Christopher started laughing.
I hesitated. My heart started beating really fast. "He's off for the summer. I'm not exactly sure where he will be teaching next semester." I said.
Dad gave me a strange look. "How old is he?" He asked.
"He's thirty." I said.
"Thirty?!" Mom asked laughing. "You can't be serious!"
I giggled, "Nope. I'm totally serious."
"So, you're dating a cradle robbing perv?" Christopher said laughing.
"Shut up!" I shouted.
"I'm sure he's a nice gentelmen." Grandpa said rubbing my back.
Dad didn't say anything, but I could tell he wasn't very happy.
"Honey, you couldn't possibly be in the same place with such a huge age difference." Mom said.
"And why not? You always said I was mature for my age. It's only 9 years." I told her.
"ONLY!" My dad said, starting to get angry.
"He's a great guy, very brilliant. You just have to trust my judgement." I said.
"I don't believe this." My mom said, resting her head in her hands.
"What a perv. He just wants your young ass." Christopher said.
"CHRIS! Go to your room!" My dad shouted.
"What did I do? I'm not bone-" Chris started to say.
"NOW!" Dad shouted.
"I think you are all overreacting. I seem to remember being upset when my little girl brought home a certain young man." Grandpa said, looking at my mom and dad.
"We're four years apart, Pop." Mom said.
"I don't beleive this!" I shouted standing up.
"Sit down." Mom said nicely.
I sat back down. "Daddy, you'll like him." I said.
"I want to meet him tomorrow." Mom said. She looked like she was trying her hardest to be supportive.
"I guess I can arrange that." I said, "As long as Daddy can keep his cool." We all looked at him.
"Well, I may not say much then." He said.
"He'll be fine, sweetie." Mom said.
"Can I finish eating?" Christopher said peaking into the kitchen.
"Go to your room!" Mom shouted.
"How stupid! I didn't do anything wrong!" Christopher shouted.
"Do you want me to wip you, son?!" Dad yelled.
"I'm going to wash that mouth out with soap if you don't go back to your room!" Mom screamed.
I sighed loudly. "How old is he now?" Grandpa asked.
"Seventeen, Pop." Mom said.
"Where'd he learn to talk like that?" Grandpa asked.
"Beats me." Mom said.
We all looked at her.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing." My dad said, trying to keep everything calm. I was so nervous about bringing Alex over. My dad Majored in Pysichology in college, so I knew he'd probably get along great with Alex if he gave him a chance.
"How's work going dad?" I asked.
"It's going. Things have been pretty crazy. They are closing down our sister company, so things have been interesting." He said.
"Mom?" I asked.
"I'm still just working part time at the child care center. Things have been good." She said.
"I brought my grade point average back up to a 3.5!" I told them.
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