Lady Racer

Chapter 7

"They are home." I announced from the living room where I had been consistently watching out the window. I was so nervous for my dad to meet Weston. I don't know why since we were just friends. Oh you know why brain, you like him.

"Relax Blakey. I'll tell dad he's one of my friends too. Dad knows that if I'm cool with him being here than he's a good guy." Carter says from behind me. He rubs my shoulders a bit.

"Do you really think that?" I whisper to him.

"He wouldn't be in this house right now if I didn't. He makes you happy and drove here just to see you when he could have just kept on driving north, that must mean something." Carter tells me. A throat clears behind us and I turn around. Weston was standing there with a weird look on his face.

Great, he heard all of that. He probably thinks of me only as a friend and is now grossed out by the thought of being anything more. He's going to leave and not come back. "Your mom told me to make you two get back to the kitchen." He says and shuffles his feet. I nod and thank him before grabbing Carter's arm and pulling him to the kitchen.

"Set the table you two." My mom orders. Carter grabs the plates and silverware while I get the drinks and cups out. Weston walked back in and stood by the wall. He stood looking at the ground. I walked over to him and he looked up at me.

"Can we talk?" I ask quietly.

"After dinner. You don't have anything to worry about." He gave me a small smile to reassure me. I nodded and turned back around. The front door opened and in stepped Noah and dad.

"Yum, it smells good in here Aves." My dad bypassed Weston and went straight to my mom to kiss her. She giggled a little bit and shoved him away. Even at the age of 40, them two are still madly in love.

"We have company." My mom told him and turned him around.

"I'm Weston Barrett, it's good to meet you sir." Weston walked forward and put his hand out. My dad gripped it and shook it. He looked over at me and Carter and then back to Weston.

"You as well son. Call me Mason." My dad told him and stepped away. Weston nodded. He didn't look a bit intimidated. "What's for dinner?"

"Chicken lasagna and I made fried chicken for the twins." My mom responds. Weston looks to me.

"I didn't know you two were twins." He states.

"We aren't." I tell him because he was referring to Carter and I. I moved over beside of Noah and stood next to him. "We are." I point between Noah and me.

"Everyone gets it wrong. They are superfetation twins, meaning they were conceived at two different times so they were basically two different babies that were born at the same time. That caused them to not look similar. It just turned out that she looked identical to Carter." My mom explains.

"I didn't even know that was possible." Weston says and my mom nods.

"Neither did we, until it happened." My dad says and then gestures to the table. "Let's eat."

We all sat at the table and my mom dished out the food. I grabbed some fried chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, and corn. Noah and I were both picky eaters but I was the pickiest of the family. My mom would always go out of her way to make us something that we liked when I'd tell her over and over that I could just eat some leftovers from the night before. I definitely lucked out in the parent department and I wasn't afraid to show it. I loved my family.

"So Weston, what do you do or are you still in school?" My dad asks. I glance up and look at Weston but he was already answering.

"I graduated last year. I would motorcross race in the summer and I had my own small business where I would work on dirt bikes or quads." He tells my dad with no fear or stutter. I'd be a stuttering mess if I had to talk to someone's family.